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Clutch - Army of Bono

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Uploaded on Aug 31, 2009

"Army of Bono" is the eighth track from Clutch's 2004 album release, "Blast Tyrant."

Given there were no studio uploads of this song, I figured I'd give it a go, considering I've been listening to this song a lot recently. Maybe someone will enjoy it and decide to check out the band, or, perhaps, even buy the album.

Do note, though, that I obviously did not create anything in this video. I simply combined the song and the cover art of Blast Tyrant to create a familiar feel. If you like what you hear, you should check out Amazon or eBay where the digipak of "Blast Tyrant," which is currently out-of-print, sells. Local retailers may also carry the Jewel Case version.

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- Lyrics -
Hold the presses, Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.
Celebrities and cameras, are headed to the scene.
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.

Your local programming, interrupted.
By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.
Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly.

And when our world is over, children by the fire.
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.
And somewhere in the darkness, a flag goes running by.
The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother.

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly.
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly.

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