My newest song, decided to do something non-pony and a little bit quirky. Thank you Treestyler for the amazing idea and rap!

Vocals: Treestyler (http://www.youtube.com/user/IdLike2BeATree)
Cover art: Peak Freak

LYRICS:
Looked like they were losing
Looked like they would fall
But the people were refusing
They would die standing tall
So our people decided the very same day
That if they stay
Loyal to a want to be free
Then they would pay a price
With an ungodly fee
Yeah the man that took office at the end of a war
Found the people in hoards saying they were bored
With the second war of the world almost unfurled
We got friends and family goin' in with a gun
Come on Truman, we know you got a bigger one
So he sat in his chair, during his daily brief
And said- Gents, how can we end this grief?
We're losing good men, is there a signal we can send?
And the defense department, sounding quite heartfelt
Said sir, I know the decision you must make
The action we will take ensures freedom for all free men
Chance is ten outta ten, we win the war with no life lost
Only thing is the cost
Not to limb, not to life
There wont be any strife
But to bucks, delivered in trucks
Truman says, hey its the only way
To see we live another day
Just do it, just drop it
And then get outta the room
So they did, and they noted the plume
Of smoke
Dead center, resulting in a ker ploom
And the pilot flew away, with a smile as to say
He had a part in the start of the new American way

When we see the other end of the scale
When the drums don't sound no alarms wail
Bodies lie black, a terrorist attack
On their backs, lookin' up at the sky
Like they wanted to fly
Outta heat
Radiating from the streets
Of a city, peaceful and mild
A country's people gone wild
To put it mild, how America's styled
Leads to a new way of thinking
One that gets your skin a shrinkin
They search for comfort in the wet of a river
Hopin' that they'd live through the horrid endeavor
Their skin was off when they first hit the water
No prejudice, mother daughter wont be missed
With a cruel twist, they're just names on a list
Of presumed dead, dead
Red blackened and pale, still trying to wail
For help, but no one's coming
But victims of who we are becoming