Karl Marx Needs a Haircut and a Shave

Ken Rodgers


He's unkempt
He loves
Mine enemy

The jungle bush
Hootch dwelling
Black clad
Enemy

His lingo
Makes no sense
Our arguments
Are strong
We back them up
We've napalm

We have
Cans of kickass
106s
155s
And eight inch

We got big dicks
Can stuff
It to him

His bushy-assed
Face
His KGB
Their clandestine spies
His Das Kapital
His black clad
Warrior women
Their babies
In their mangers