The Gathering of Eagles

Hot Air says: MSM white wash no more!

You Ain't Gonna Touch This Wall (The Kick Ass Song)

Look, boy, you're free to demonstrate,/March up and down this Mall;/But, son, I'm gonna set you straight,/You ain't gonna touch this Wall.

Drag out that traitor, Hanoi Jane,/To screech at you pinks and commies,/And Sheehan to exploit her pain,/The Barnum of Gold Star Mommies.

Let us make it clear, we've all come here/To defend our long-dead brothers;/And understand you ain't layin' a hand/On our Wall you leftie mothers.

You shout and scream all you want,/On all that we'll give a pass;/But you try some Wall-defacing stunt,/And, son, I'm gonna kick your ass.

Because of you losers we lose our wars,/Our warriors are left to bleed,/Cause of Jane and Cindy, these media whores/With their camera-craving creed.

So follow these traitors, these loser bitches,/Let them lead you to your fall;/But I promise you, son, you're gonna need stitches,/You even get close to this Wall.

Let us make it clear, we've all come here/To defend our long-dead brothers;/And understand you ain't layin' a hand/On our Wall you leftie mothers.

You shout and scream all you want,/On all that we'll give a pass;/But you try some Wall-defacing stunt,/And, son, I'm gonna kick your ass.

And, son, you hear this loud and clear,/Don't you even think about spittin'/Less you want that smart mouth busted here,/And believe me, we're not shittin'.

Let us make it clear, we've all come here/To defend our long-dead brothers;/And understand you ain't layin' a hand/On our Wall you leftie mothers.

You shout and scream all you want,/On all that we'll give a pass;/But you try some Wall-defacing stunt,/And, son, I'm gonna kick your ass.

Lyrics: Russ Vaughn, Music: Bobby Meeks