"Venezuela" lyrics
Twenty five hundred miles away from the American border
There's a boat humming along with a hundred miles worth of gas
It's got some fishermen out there in it
Little do they know
But here in a minute they'll sunk down to the bottom and dead from an American blast
Now, our fallible intelligence knows a whole lot about them
See, these are narco terrorists
With drugs strapped to their back
Now, it's the same intelligence
That had the perfect wisdom and the real good sense
To know there's weapons of mass destruction hidden in Iraq
Well, if your leader is a fugitive of American justice
And if your people need a liberation from their own soil
If you're a threat to our national security
Well, we're probably just in need of your oil
How much fentanyl does Venezuela make?
Well, Johnny, that's about 0 percent
See, China ships, the precursors into Mexico, they mix them in a lab, then they press them into pills and ship them up to Uncle Sam
Oh. Well then, how much cocaine does Venezuela produce?
Well, Johnny, that's a goose egg too, but don't you worry your little head 'cause they're all just gonna be like dead
Some call it "murder", some call it "justice"
You can call it whatever you like
But dry your liberal tears
'Cause you know 'round here
We call it "presidentially authorized Lethal Kinetic Strike"
Well, if it looks like Al-Qaeda and smells like ISIS
You're headed down the road for a refugee crisis
Well, they can dangle the Nobel carrot out in front of the mule
But I guess it wasn't orange enough
To really pull the cart
Pete and Marco, come out of the closet
And say you're coming on in for that oil deposit
The only war you'll ever end is the one you start
There's a boat humming along with a hundred miles worth of gas
It's got some fishermen out there in it
Little do they know
But here in a minute they'll sunk down to the bottom and dead from an American blast
Now, our fallible intelligence knows a whole lot about them
See, these are narco terrorists
With drugs strapped to their back
Now, it's the same intelligence
That had the perfect wisdom and the real good sense
To know there's weapons of mass destruction hidden in Iraq
Well, if your leader is a fugitive of American justice
And if your people need a liberation from their own soil
If you're a threat to our national security
Well, we're probably just in need of your oil
How much fentanyl does Venezuela make?
Well, Johnny, that's about 0 percent
See, China ships, the precursors into Mexico, they mix them in a lab, then they press them into pills and ship them up to Uncle Sam
Oh. Well then, how much cocaine does Venezuela produce?
Well, Johnny, that's a goose egg too, but don't you worry your little head 'cause they're all just gonna be like dead
Some call it "murder", some call it "justice"
You can call it whatever you like
But dry your liberal tears
'Cause you know 'round here
We call it "presidentially authorized Lethal Kinetic Strike"
Well, if it looks like Al-Qaeda and smells like ISIS
You're headed down the road for a refugee crisis
Well, they can dangle the Nobel carrot out in front of the mule
But I guess it wasn't orange enough
To really pull the cart
Pete and Marco, come out of the closet
And say you're coming on in for that oil deposit
The only war you'll ever end is the one you start
