Prima Donnas - Reagan's Dead lyrics

It's 1998, Reagan's dead! Old man hangin' in the oval office Press the bu*ton, put us all in our coffins I need a nuclear missile to soothe me Vaporize the Commies, it's a national duty Everybody frontin' on the glasnost tip I wanna see you piss. I'll put you in connips I'm gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker That's what I think of your damn perestroika I get loaded I'm gonna pop, pop, drop a cop 'Cause nobody's spared from the ticking clock I say the faster you run, you know, the dumber you are You're not a future evolution. You won't get very far I'm no Yankee, but I know the type Yeah, the boys all got bo*ers 'cause the girls are ripe And the people no longer fear World War 3 The country's full of hippies doing LSD Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now Oh, rocket, won't you melt us down, now? Reagan died but his clone's alive Run and hide, ma** suicide Old man hangin' in the oval office Press the bu*ton, put us all in our coffins I need a nuclear missile to soothe me Vaporize the Commies, it's a national duty Everybody frontin' on the glasnost tip I wanna see you piss. I'll put you in connips I'm gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker That's what I think of your damn perestroika