Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.

After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,

"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."

Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."

The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"

Little Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."

"Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the [parasite] dies, or both die."
Gore Vidal

They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.

They say that life's a game and then they take the board away

They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story

Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret

In no longer pretty cities there are fingers in the kitties

There are warrants, forms and chitties and a jackboot on the stair

There's sex and death and human grime in monochrome for one thin dime

And at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere

Facing their responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees,

There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away

And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie

And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret

At last the 1998 show!

The ballet on the burning stage!

The documentary seen upon the fractured screen

The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page!

There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole

And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease

Then he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains

And endeavors to ignore the chains that he walks in to his knees

While his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands with brutal eye

That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's throat

And he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines

But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note

At last the 1998 show!

The situation tragedy!

Grand opera slick with soap!

Cliff-hangers with no hope!

The water-color in the flooded gallery

There's a girl who'll push but will not shove and she's desperate for her father's love

She believes the hand beneath the glove may be one she needs to hold

Though she doubts her host's moralities she decides that she is more at ease

In the land of doing-as-you-please than outside in the cold

But the backdrops peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play

There's a murderer at the matinee, there are dead men in the aisles

And the patrons and the actors too are uncertain if the show is through

And with sidelong looks await their cue, but the frozen mask just smiles

At last the 1998 show!

The torch-song no one ever sings!

The curfew chorus line!

The comedy divine!

The bulging eyes of puppets, strangled by their strings!

There's thrills and chills and girls galore,

There's sing-songs and surprises!

There's something here for everyone,

Reserve your seat today!

There's mischiefs and malarkies

But no queers

Or yids

Or darkies

Within this bastard's carnival

This vicious cabaret!

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs at the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
oh lord yeah!