Lyrics of the Day

I wuz thinking that the rise in fortunes of Mike Huckabee and Barrack Obama might signify an interesting trend on the part of the electorate: we're saying that we want the closest facsimile of a human being that we can get. Oh, it might not be possible to get an actual, flesh and blood, real human being for either the Democratic or the Republican candidates, but con sarn it: we should be able to demand a reasonable approximation. Of course, given my increasingly nihilistic tendencies, I might eventually prefer a candidate who is, in the words of Mister Rob Zombie, "more human than human." But what would such a candidate be able to communicate to us lesser, regular humans? Well, I'll let Mr. Z give us an idea. Imagine, if you will, an independent candidate who spoke these inspirational words to the masses (and yes, I do believe the word he's going for is "psychoholic," not "psychotic"):

Yeah, I am the astro-creep
a demolition-style hell American
freak, yeah, I am the crawling dead
a phantom in a box
shadow in your head
say acid suicide
freedom of the blast
read the fucker lies, yeah
scratch off the broken skin
tear into my heart
make me do it again, yeah, yeah--
more human than human.

Yeah, I am the jigsaw man
I turn the world around
with a skeleton hand, say
I am electric head
a cannibal galore
a television said, yeah
do not victimize, read the
motherfucker-psychoholic lies, yeah
into a psychic war I tear my soul apart
and I eat it some more, yeah, yeah--
more human than human.

I am the ripper man
a locomotion mind love
American Style, yeah
I am the nexus one
I want more life, fucker
I ain't done, yeah--
more human than human.