The Big Guns

Get ready to draw the rockets of peace
 There's a showdown tonight on the bright milky way
 Ambush the bad men, blow him right out of the east
 We'll be singin', "yi yippy ky, whoopee ky yippy I aye"
 Hold on to your hats and wear clean underwear
 Wrap the wagon train around the green suburban lawns
 If we die we're gonna meet the good Lord up in the air
 chantin' "yippy I yippy I, move the little doggys along!"
 And we'll bring out the Big Guns tonight
 and right all the wrong that is right
 We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light
 When we bring out the Big Guns tonight
 Lock and load and spray on the armour all,
 when the dogs of war drop a rocket on the white house lawn.
 Wear the emperor[']s new clothes down to the destruction ball,
 singin' "yippy I yippy I, move the little doggys along!"
 And if I go down, I will take you with me
 No, you don't have to cross the jordan all alone
 Love and hate are here within me
 and it scares me to think how angry I have grown
 Finish the chapter, write a new page
 The last man standing gets to start all over again
 He'll bury the Big Guns and think he's found a new age
 He'll walk off singing "I yippy I yippy I aye"
 He'll walk off singing "I yippy ky yippy I aye"