Ours
Consider all
historical calamity:
The war, the pain, the
fear, the insanity.We like to claim, with no trace of vanity
It is ours, ours, ours!
Seven Years, Hundred
Years, ev’ry duration
Of warfare and strife
throughout ev’ry nation.Conduct a little investigation,
It is ours, ours, ours.
Behind revolutions,
both French and Russian,
Populations we’re often crushin’,Wells that are poisoned and johns that aren’t flushin’:
It is ours, ours, ours!
Wars between states
and ‘tween Roses—ours!
The Cold War no one knows
is—ours!Some wars we can’t disclose—ours!
It is ours, ours, ours.
Any sudden unrest in Albania —ours!
The onset of derangement in Spain—ours!
The sinking of the Lusitania —ours!
It is ours, ours, ours!
Trouble that’s murky
and vague—ours!
Civil unrest in The Hague —ours!
A little old thing
like the plague—ours!
It is ours, ours, ours!
Chaos and bombings—we plotted for hours.
Silence and
subterfuge—all part of our powers.
And, oh yeah, we toppled
those big ole Twin
Towers .
It’s ours, ours, ours...
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