History Lesson from Special Robot by Mitchell Thompson

This is a song, yes it's a song about the Buddhist Clan,
Listen you'll hear the truth, yes the whole truth then you'll understand,
Why we depended on them as our allies till the end,
And why they are no longer one of Earth's respected friends,

They worshiped a small comet named by some dumb scientist,
Its name was Buddha and thanks to it they could all exist,
It hit their home shifting them from their sun,
So their crops could grow and they could help the Earth win the War,
(But there was more in store)

Then from the dust arose Cyborg the Great,
Programmed to seek out and eliminate,
The buddhists stood up, it was time to defend,
They blew up Cybord and killed all of his men,
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Earth became scared of their new friends who murdered with such ease,
They rendezvoused with attitude to pack it up and leave,
When they got to their ships, they found they'd all had been destroyed,
By those damn Buddhists who were growing ever more annoyed,
(Earth wasn't doing its part)

We offered them our gifts of gold, plutonium, and myrrh,
But the Buddhists wanted a little bit more in return,
Our presence soiled their sacred land,
And we were next to be murdered by their hand,
(And also their teeth and claws and guns)

Then from the grave arose Cyborg the Great,
Programmed to re-spawn and annihilate,
Just as before the Buddhists stood up to fight,
But this time around something just wasn't right,
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

We left them there to fight the dead,
Without a care inside our heads,
It was a slaughter in the end,
They lost a vast amount of men,
And now is the moment that we dread,
We need their help in fights ahead,
Ask for supplies that they can lend,
Ask them to be our allied friends

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