Flame War
Written by Troy Yarbrough
To the tune of Cold War, written by Tommy Shaw
I don't want your apologies
I'd rather bring you to your knees
And now I can just type at you
To cure you of your wrong beliefs
'Cause CAPS have a way
Of keeping the simple minded
Down Down Down
Asbestos is what I'm wearing
I suggest you shut your e-mail down
I say you're the blunt of the blast
And you ain't gonna last
No matter who you're prayin' to
I disagree with you
You're truth impaired, you stupid freak
You should be a mental resident
You skip the facts so naturally
You could be our President
But the Web has a way of bringing
Even Einsteins Down Down Down
Your Cousin Bubba's comin'
And you married his sister you clown!
You squawk squawk and you never make sense
When you give your two cents
And now you'll get your own roast
My mouse is smoking and the letters will fly
It's Flame time baby
And you're gonna fry, it's a
Flame War-Burn up the keys
Everybody you hate knows
They're goin' down, don't you know
Flame War-Crispin' their hair
Every jerk everywhere says it's time
To get ready for a Flame War
Don't you look now but the Webmaster's becoming "The Man"....
Interpretation
During a rare flame war on the Styx Bulletin Board at the Official Styx Web Site, Troy composed this parody making fun of the absurdity of flame wars.
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