copyright © 2002 / 2004 Jonathan Price (music) / Jeff Goode (lyrics)

No Shame Theatre Song

(Iraqi Torture version)

music by Jonathan Price

lyrics by Jeff Goode

 
I woke up in the morning
with electrodes on my nuts
A leash around my neck and half
a broomstick in my butt.

My first thought was "No, not again"
My heart was gripped with dread.
Another girlfriend's left
And left me handcuffed to the bed.

No Shame Theatre
They say that love is cruel
No Shame Theatre
But only with the proper tools.

I made myself some coffee
And I poured it in my pants.
And then I read the paper while
I did my morning dance.

(dances around like there's hot coffee in his pants)

The picture on the front page
Sent a chill through all my parts.
A naked strapping prisoner
Posing with my first sweetheart.

No Shame Theatre
My love I knew you when
No Shame Theatre
You torture me again
Her name was Lynndie England
And she swore her love was true.
And then she locked me in my trunk
And joined the 372.
(spoken:)
Army Reserve Unit
Out of LaVale, West Virginia
I never saw her again.
She broke my heart, that girl.
And my balls.
And three of my fingers.
But it was her first time using thumbscrews.
And I think she didn't know you're not supposed to put vaseline on 'em.

She told her friends she wanted
To forget me in Iraq
But I know she still thinks of me
By the photos she sends back!

No Shame Theatre
Don Rumsfeld's fit to be tied... Ow!
No Shame Theatre
No Shame Don't Mean No Pride!
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