From the letters of the alphabet

From the letters of the alphabet I brought forth the colors of the rainbow and everybody's lovers fought. There was nothing worth agreeing over. There was strife as glorious as Old Glory. The next track that drove down Main Street was the last track to do so. After that it was rockets. After that it was missiles. After that it was warheads and locusts and plagues of gum arabic shortage. And everything came included. And everything came unglued though too. That was my original point. In the shortage it all came unglued. And we needed the enemy. And the embrace of the enemy. The binding embrace of the enemy.