Turner Classic Diaries by The Famine Lyrics

Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from
A shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness
Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments
Razor-wired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries

The order of anger is sequenced in hate
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children
Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear

It’s gutless

Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed
Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege
What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine
The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized

Turner Classic Diaries

The order of anger is sequenced in hate
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children
Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear
It’s gutless. You should be so ashamed