“The image never left my head. The first war I was ever aware of was when George Bush Junior decided to invade Iraq. It was also one of my first independent trips to the pub. Everyone who was partying stopped to watch the bombs fall in Bagdad. That made a big impact on me, I thought of Alexander the Great invading Persia, King George’s Imperialism, religions, political trauma, everything rolled into one like a little packet of single-serving history. Everyone claims they are acting in the name, yet no one agrees.” – Eron Falbo
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Little George got out his toy chest To lay his enemies to rest He’d use all available assets, But his private chamber of gas. And he had nothing to hide, he has often said, But he just could not afford to lose his daddy’s bet. “But it was all in the name of freedom, In the name of the garden of Eden It was all in the name of freedom, So relax”
And the man in the runic uniform, Who had a daddy and a mom, Had imagined a world of free men Like a Spartan chicken’s den. He could not allow the volkslied to forget That they once wore pointed horns in golden hats. “But it was all in the name of freedom…” In the name of the race of Sweden “…It was all in the name of freedom, So relax!”
Yes there’s a silly golden bathrobe Enveloped around some pope. He will teach against the sinner, Against the pornographic winners. He will poison you with sermons ‘til you ask. For the antidote he’ll hang behind your mask. “But it’s all in the name of salvation…” In the name of your donation “… It’s all in the name of salvation, So relax!”
Yes allah has brought Muhammad. “Finally” the harvard man, said. “He will save us from our women And from the jewish deadly tumor. But don’t you celebrate, my son, not so fast This may just have to be that deadly task But it’s all in the name of salvation…” And of psychic masturbation “…It’s all in the name of salvation, So relax!”
And the fat man has finally mastered The mathematics of disaster. Now, he’ll look just like a martyr And he acts just like a father. But the day will come when he will knock upon your room Saying: “this belongs to me, you’ll have to leave it soon.” “But it’s all in the name of the economy, And of stable matrimony It’s all in the name of the economy So relax!”
Yes the painter has been outnumbered By the critics he has plundered, His payola funds depleted By the banker he has greeted. He says “I can’t compete with the photographic tools” So he paints a thousand portraits without a muse “But it’s all in the name of the economy…” And of luxuries and gastronomy “…Yeah, it’s all in the name of the economy So relax!”
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released March 27, 2013 Executive Producer: Tony Kosinec Producer: Bob Johnston Cover Art: Quills Productions
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