This is a call for musical warnFor songs to sing whilest kicking at their front doorsnSoundtracks to attacks on mental embassysnWe call this sound Katyusha Rock 'n RollnMade from Micky Mouse watches and android soulnMight strike its target or sputter out as noveltynWe eschew rare groove and c-note funknAnd aim to make dunks out of dyna-flex junknMusic Missles burning hot intellectual propertynMight shake the flake off rusty robot rumpsnOr widen up eyes like dusty disco bumpsnCop it, chop it, vomit slop it tell your own story:nnI knew this dude who spent his days in dragnSpent his nights dreaming of a brand new bagnMother country makes for schizoid personalitiesnDutiful oppisition makes a double scorenMoral outrage and the spoils of warnLeads to perpatrator cop-out crisis of identitynnFuck the crisis!nLet's excise this boomer tumor in our brains distorting our desiresnHunger pangs and growling guts to guide usnGive names to creatures culture built inside usnLike Slick Smooth, White DisgustingnDialectic cloud clash Sound of LightningnThe sky is bursting and blood is rainingnMy eyes are running, there's this voice saying...nnSo we'll take market missteps that are moldy and oldnAnd we'll attack with sonic submission holdsnAnd we won't stop hot-rocking 'til our bodies are coldnAnd all these bastards are choking on their solid goldnAir's full of farty flatulence of death machinesnSo we shoot detourned torpedos from our submarinesnThis is Charlie Tango Fresh Breeze 319nCopy back sub-aquatic is you receivennSonar signals singing back at menCardiac echos of affinitynLet's make the pressure drop drop drop today!