This has been one of my favorite songs this week. Ever since I heard it in the van one afternoon, waiting to pick H up from school. At first, I bopped my head along with the music…it has a catchy beat! But then I started to hear the lyrics and my eye’s very nearly bugged from their sockets. It turns out, this so-called innocent pop song is also a rather subversive song as well. More’s the better.
Anyhow, I dug it, and I hope you will too.
And, as always, here are the lyrics in case you are interested in reading what those subversive lyrics are. 
Say, Hey!
Cha!
Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like and Armageddon flame,
The shame,
The ones who died without a name,
Hear the dogs howling out of key,
To a hymn called “Faith and Misery”,
And bleed the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time,
Another protester has crossed the line,
To find the money’s on the other side,
Can I get another Amen?
There’s a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument
The representative from California has the floor
Zieg Heil to the president gas man,
Bombs away is your punishment,
Pulverize the Eiffel towers,
Who criticize your government,
Bang, Bang goes the broken glass,
Kill all the fags that don’t agree,
Trials by fire setting fire,
Is not a way that’s meant for me,
Just cause,
Just cause because we’re outlaws, yeah!
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives,
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
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Heather (10 comments.) 08.29.05 at 9:54 am
I found your blog today, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through so far. Hope better days are in store.
I had to comment on this, as I have also noticed the lyrics and love it! It reminds me of the Dead Kennedy’s that I used to listen to long ago, “I am Emporer Ronald Regan, born again with fascist cravings…” I feel like a angsty teenager again!
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