Yet Another Bedtime Song by Private Hudson

Yep, my daddy used to sing me all these really nice songs when I was a little kid. I showed you two of them before here and here. Those are great songs, but would you believe that daddy used to sing me another song sometimes? It was a catchy little tune that went like this:

Whoa oh oh
No
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

Brain invasion goin' on in everyone
You feel the things that make your world turn angry red
Because the next time you can't take it
Next thought murderlation
And hate is all you wanna know

Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

Murder one inborn into your every cell
It's in your blood and you can't shake it
Because you were bred to take it
Next stop annihilation
They bred the hate right in your bones

Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

Because you were bred to take it
Next stop annihilation
They bred the hate right in your *&@$# bones

Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

Hate is your mistress and you shall not want
You shall not want because your breed is strong
Because when they try to break you
New world desolation
And strength is all you gotta know

Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Hate breeders
Whoa oh oh

And all you know
Hatebreeders
Whoa oh oh
And all you know
Hatebreeders
Whoa oh oh

"Hate Breeders" 1982 the Misfits

Another Bedtime Song by Private Hudson

I loved it when my daddy used to sing me to sleep at night. Usually he sang this to me, but sometimes he would mix it up a little bit. Here's another little number that I loved to hear from my pop.

Got a deadly toy
To brainwash your boy
An egocentric muscle thug
Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell
Bullshitter in the Indochina shop
Pull the string in his back, we win the war
That we never should have started at all
A cabbage patch terrorist to call our own
Who rewrites history with a machine gun
Don't think about it-KILL IT
That's what we teach your child
CHORUS:
RAMBOZO
RAMBOZO
RAMBOZO the Clown

To draft age kids It sure looks like fun...
"Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out."
Like video games-no mess
Just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense
You can be Don Quixote
We'll dice you with our windmill blades
Brawn over brain
Means a happy ending
G.I. Joe in the cereal bowl
Grey shrapnel-flavored chewing gum
Mass murder ain't just painless
Now we've made it cute

CHORUS

War is sexy
War is fun
Iron Ego
Red Dawn
Be a wolverine.

You'll rule the hills
Just get some guns and Cheerios
Any kid can conquer Libya
Just steal a fighter plane
Look who came home in a wheelchair
V.A. Hospital, they don't care
"We're the machine You're just a tool."
Who fell for the myth of Rambozo the Clown

Rambozo the Clown Copyright 1986 The Dead Kennedys

Bedtime Song by Private Hudson

When I was a little boy, daddy used to sing this to me at bedtime. It was a wonderful song that put me right to sleep almost all the time. Sometimes I miss those days just a little and sometimes, when I am a little nervous or uneasy, I sing this song and it makes me feel a little better. Sometimes.




Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time
For another peaceful war)
Norway's bravest son
(But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...

The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it

"Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" 1978 Warren Zevon.