SocietyFringePodcast's podcast

Dave and Brian are using this podcast to roll out their 80 song rock opera entitled APOCALYPSE TOMORROW. They'll alternate songs with podcasts that consist of conversations that start out about the song and then lead to wherever. Both fellas are pop culture junkies, mainly scifi and any entertainment that has achieved cult status. Mainly they're aging rock and roll guys who are STILL banging around Society's Fringes looking for a way in.
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Jun 5, 2017


When the world started turning and it set to up and burning

All the freedom of a megalopolis

The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading

For a living breathing old sarcophagus

Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus

And the lies of often civilated songs

Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast

And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch

God bless America god bless America

Land of the free and the home of the letdown

In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia

Got it humming drumming economically

Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet

And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically

For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door

And the history sputtered sporadically

In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude

The second coming happened despotically

God bless the marketplace god bless the marketplace

Buy that shit low and then sell off the countdown

So it came to be the truth that Chinggis Khan would be the proof

That if you want shit done you never wait around

He was rising in the ast the battle lines were drawn at least

The history books would someday write all this shit down

So Julius Caesar rose to fight him made an army just to spite him

And a war machine that ran on human bones

They were clashing every day in every place in every way

With the plastics made from tissues of the clones yeah

God bless the emperors god bless the emperors

Though self ordained still they're willing to get down

While the generations died the war was living with a tide

Of surplus cannon fodder plucked off of the streets

All the fossil fuels are zapped the land is ocean, deserts, crap

Yes and the drums of war are shuffle/set/repeat

If you're looking for a wasteland well you got it have a taste man

What's it taste like fuck you cannot be the judge

It's the west against the east it's set, man "shuffle/war/repeat"

That's how it will be, is, and always fucking was 

God bless the atheists, deists, and theists

In the land of debris at the edge of the meltdown


Dave: guitars and vocals

Brian: bass and mixing

Sharon: drums

Ian: mastering