In the mornin’ you go gunnin’ for the man who stole your Comics
And you fire till he is done in but they catch you last Sunday
And the mourners are all singin’ as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn’t hangin’ and they put you on the street
You, the people of the United States, did you form a perfect union?/Establish justice, ensure tranquility, secure the blessings of Liberty to yourselves and your posterity?/How blind can you get for your country, right or wrong? — “America,” Laibach
An XL entry connoting the 200th edition of the Sunday Comics, our weekly collection of art and humor from Around the World and the Creative Commons market.
It’s so deep, it’s so wide, you’re inside synchronicity/Effect without a cause, subatomic laws, Sunday Comics y’all, synchronicity!
Sunday Comics from morning ’til night/Dance low, pat, and I’m feeling all right.
Back from the shadows again, back to where an Indian’s your friend/Where Sunday Comics are seen, and you can pee right into the stream/We’re back from the shadows again