don't fear the skang gangs

Flicking through the channels on the sexevision.
I alight on one of those music broadcasters which seem to have some sort of a tie in deal with hell to promote the pornogrification of the peasantry.
MT ----ing V.
What sort of debased corporate culture lies behind this idolisation of youth?
It's like something out of Logan's Run.
Do they shoot any presenter who reaches the age of 25?
The enigmas endure.
And lo!
What light through yonder TV screen breaks!
It is the east.
And Blue Oyster Cult is the sun.
I knew them Horatio.
They had one vaguely opprobrious hit song called Don't Fear The Reaper in the 1980's which had a sinister undertone but was listenable at least.
The problem was always a certain potential association with the forces of darkness.
That and the fact that they'd only one good song.
Kinda limits the repertoire.
John Carpenter used the song briefly in one of his equally opprobrious but evocative horror films.
(The girls are playing it on the radio in their car when the sheriff chats with them in Halloween.)
John Carpenter by the way has a similar problem as the Blue Oyster Cult vis a vis the F of D.
That and the fact that after Escape From New York his films became just plain nasty without the redeeming wit or inventive seditiousness of his earlier work.
Right now, the older but wiser Blue Oyster Cult are singing a rejigged version of Don't Fear The Reaper.
They've changed some of the lyrics.
Most oddd.
The song goes:

"All our times have come
Here what's lost is won
Seasons don't fear the Rah gangs
Nor do the wind and the sun and the rain
We should be like they are
Come on baby
Don't fear the raper
Take some cocaine
Don't fear the Rah man
Come on baby
You'll be able to fly
Traffic some Muslims
Don't fear the Rah man
You can join our gang

Ah bop bop bah bah
Nerdle ner nerdle ner ner ner

Valentino's gone
All our gangs are scum
Michelle McCollum and her drug mule
Were together in a Peruvian jail
Until we paid the Judge to let em go
You can be like they are
Come on baby
Forty thousand men and women everyday
Ringing my number
You should be like they are
Another forty thousand men and women everyday
Ringing my number
Come on baby
Don't fear the raper
You can join our gang
Come on baby
Don't fear the Rah man
You'll be able to die
Don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man

Ah bob bob bah bah
Nerdle ner nerdle ner ner ner

Came a last night of sadness
And she knew that she couldn't go on
The door was open
And the wind appeared
The candle flew
And then disappeared
The curtains blew
And then Gerry Adams appeared
Singing
Don't be afraid
Come on baby
Don't fear the Rah man
You'll be able to fly
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
Come on baby
Don't fear the drug scum
Baby take my hand
Don't fear the reaper
Come on baby
And she ran to him
She had become like they are
She was wearing a balaclava
She had taken his hand
Don't fear the Rah man
Come on baby
She looked backward and saw
She had become like they are
Don't fear the raper
She had joined the IRA-a-a-a--a

Ah bop bop bah bah
Nerdle ner ner ner ner ner
Nerdle ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner"

As with the original version I like this song.