"What weighs more -- a bomb or a head?"
A bomb can be said to be heavy
But a head is much more deadly
A grenade in the hand could have
prevented Custer's last stand
But making a bomb fit for mystics
One must first have a head filled with physics
An old cannonball can still prevent
Tomorrow's roll-call
But if we want them all dead
We must fuse all our heads,
So we'll run out of people tomorrow
People are an unwholesome lot
They should all be taken out and shot
But if we make them all dead
Who will bake all our bread?
And if there's no food to carve
I guess we'll just starve
And if that upsets your conviviality
(remember) Hunger knows no morality
So when we rent that one final coffin
I guess we'll all just diet more often