Black eyed peas and olive trees haphazardly make their way over the barbed wire the sun beats down upon our town the red faced angry folk stomp all around screaming high demands some with rifles in their hands and one by one and two by two three by three then four make their way over the barbed wire singing la, la, la, la, la, la, la?. one by one and two by two the great catapults are strained and downward they descend upon our town there? s a billow of smoke it floats from the mountaintops the cavalry now strained flank single file lines and storm like crazy booms and slings "charge" the great general screams! "everyone to his grave!" or so the legend goes cause none were saved none were saved singing la, la, la, la?