"Don't You Bin Laden Me"  Parental Advisory genre: Grunge
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	The first single has been released from Clator Butler's upcoming album White Collar Crime. The new track has angry relevance to the foreign and domestic terror attacks piercing the heart of America and the DC-area. Download "Don't You Bin-Laden Me" and tell your friends about it! Visit www.clator.com for more details!
	CD: White Collar Crime   Label: Independently Produced by Clator Butler Credits: All instruments and vocals by Clator Butler
	Story Behind the Song Everybody in America has undoubtedly been riveted by the latest form of terror, the "Beltway Sniper" piercing the heart of the capitol area. Whether this terror is foreign or domestic, we don't yet know. But in my mind, terror wears only one face. The now-infamous Home Depot is less than a couple of miles from my home, so when the sniper hit on 10/14, things suddenly got personal. My angst quickly manifested itself into a new song which I've rushed into production. "Don't You Bin-Laden Me," explores various facets of terrorism, angrily naming our public enemy #1, but also alluding to the sniper who has apparently struck again on the evening of this release. On the musical side of things, I've done all of the instruments and vocals on this song. Lyrics Don’t You Bin-Laden Me Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit then run and hide, stay in the light where I can see Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t sucker-punch some random passerby, some nobody New forms of terror coming home to roost Sick, twisted minds society produced They try to make us live in constant fear From never knowing where they’ll next appear Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit then run and hide, stay in the light where I can see Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t sucker-punch some random passerby, some nobody Look o’er my shoulder in the parking lot Keep moving fast in hopes I don’t get shot Won’t board the bus for fear of blowing up Don’t want to leave my children fatherless while growing up Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit then run and hide, stay in the light where I can see Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit some passerby, they’re not some simple nobody Don’t you Bin-Laden me Your mode of death and fear has forced us to a great impasse Don’t you Bin-Laden me Just take your bloody games and cram them up your righteous ass I’ve seen the blood and tears shed at the scenes I’ve heard the sirens wake me from my dreams Some call it jihad, other’s patriot’s pride I’ve got a better one: insanity or homocide Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit then run and hide, stay in the light where I can see Don’t you Bin-Laden me Don’t hit some passerby, they’re not some simple nobody Don’t you Bin-Laden me Your mode of death and fear has forced us to a great impasse Don’t you Bin-Laden me Just take your bloody games and cram them up your righteous ass

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