Ol' Prozac's Army
(to the tune of The British Army)

When I was young, a Lone Star brat
I always knew where my future was at
and my dear old father, he told me
To join ol' Prozac's Army.

Chorus:
Turra turra turra loo,
Chi-town's looking for bigots like you
And if I were as dumb as you 
I'd join ol' Prozac's Army

Peaceful deebees made their camp
And then their blood made the ground damp
Brave men shot them, you can see
They'd joined ol' Prozac's Army.

(chorous)

Magicians are just such a plauge
Their healing of people is just a gag
Take them out, ignore their pleas
We're in ol' Prozac's Army!

(chorus)

When I was young, a Lone Star brat
I always knew where my future was at
and my dear old father, he told me
To join ol' Prozac's Army.

(chorus)

Turra turra turra loo
I made my mind up what to do
I'll curse the Dead Boy likes of you
Fuck ol' Prozac's Army!