Spoken:
In March of 2003 a group calling itself Pukers for Peace, marched to the federal building in San Francisco, and in protest of the war in Iraq, vomited on the sidewalk. This is their song.

Our country is in trouble, and it needs our help today
It’s time to show the people our patriotic way
We’re heading for the smorgasbord to load our ammunition
And to the demonstration to consummate our mission

We’ll all whip out our feathers at the preappointed time
And do the most revolting thing that isn’t yet a crime
We’ll sacrifice our supper on the sidewalk in a row
In protest of the policies that make us want to blow

Chorus:
    Pukers for Peace, Pukers for Peace
    Lubricating liberty with gutbombs of grease
    Pukers for Peace, Pukers for Peace
    Our spirits and our stomach contents soon shall be released

You might think we’re crazy, you might think we’re strange
But vomit is an underused instrument of change
I know it seems disgusting, I know it’s pretty vile
But nothing says dissent quite like the scent of stomach bile

Bridge:
    Visualize whirled peas, blowing like a volcano
    Flowing like a river, and running with the buffalo

So don’t you dare dismiss us, ignore us at your peril
Just because we smell like hell and look as if we’re feral
Doesn’t mean we’re stupid, or make us less devout
Judge us by the content of what comes out of our mouths