When the Poo Hits the Fan

My son, Kim, produced this musical video. – Ed

Copyright (c) 2012 by Kim Berry

This song is a tribute to “Doomsday Preppers” using a PC version of “WTSHTF.”


Verse 1

[A] Stock piling ammo
My [G] friends call me Rambo
[D] Got no respect for the [A] law
Dressed in fatigues
I shoot what I please
Not going to die for your cause

When the world’s going under
I’ll bug out to my bunker
I’m at the end of my rope
The Taliban is back
Where’s my medicinal dope?

Pre Chorus

[F#m] I fear for my nation
not [E] into starvation
listen [D] to the right-wing station
to av-[E]-oid the devastation


I’ll be [A] rocking with my band
when the [E] poo hits the [D] fan
[A] Living off the land
when the poo hits the fan
Working on my tan
when the poo hits the fan
Things will be grand
(hell yeah)
when the poo hits the fan

Verse 2

Doomsday in my head
Our country’s going Red
Obama’s studying Marx
Move to Montana
Enjoy the panorama
As candles light up the dark

Feeling paranoid
Took one to many roids
Hoarding silver and gold
Year’s supply of food
Some whisky for my mood
Wood stove shakes off the cold

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