Military Industrial Complex

Military Industrial Complex

 

Every weapon

Is a dream forsaken

A piece of bread

Taken

From the mouth of the poor

Such is the horror

Of war

The factories work day and night

Weapons, uniforms, food, for those who fight

They are generously paid

For the goods that are made

See wicked men gray and old

Coveting coffers full of gold

Hear the tale they tell

Making Eden hell

All is not well

Nor shall things be

Until we are free

Of organized hate

We have no time to wait

The ship is sinking in the stormy sea

We must be free

In the depths of my heart there is a hole

I feel it vex

My soul

The Military Industrial Complex

Satan’s soldiers with suit and tie

Manipulating the nation with lie after lie

Hear the perishing baby

Give its final cry

Why?

For profits

For profit they die

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Box Car Blues

Box Car Blues

 

Aero planes flying over box car trains

Were safe and dry nobody dares complain

Michigan Mitch on the harmonica

Woodie Guthrie strumming singing to ya

Oh what joy to be alive and to exist

My eyes swell with tears let the beauty persist

Laughing till our stomachs ache Mister Block

New meaning bout having a head of rock

We are homeless and have no employment

We don’t need a sage to know what joy meant

Happiness is harmony of like mind

Comrades and brothers treating others kind

One companion we see holes in his hands

Even our most ignorant understands

The Lord doesn’t talk but oh he does smile

In that grin the whole of life is worth while

Rich man denies that Jesus ever lived

How then can their sins ever be forgived?

The Son of God lets cocktail parties pass

Cause he’s the Creator imbued with class

Idle chatter on things that matter not

They are gatherings better off forgot

Now a dozen hobos singing in bliss

That my friend is a show one shouldn’t miss

That’s the truth my friend the truest of trues

You haven’t lived till ye hear the box car blues

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Tranquilizers

Tranquilizers

 

Herod had a party eating swine

Solidly drunk on the toxic wine

What do you need what’s the matter

Here’s John’s head on a silver platter

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

In the day room the zombies rest

Semiconsciousness their blissful best

When will you visit when will you come

A little dizzy so dreary numb

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

They call it the evening news

A glass of sorrow drenched with the blues

Truth and lies mixed all to control

First goes the mind and next the soul

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

 

Be sure you fill out the forms three times

Why is modern poetry void of rhymes

I’m ready for a fight now is the hour

Some of us are strong others have the power

 

Pop stars words processed like can fruit

Prisoners in the institute

Surrender is the last blasphemy

Know ye the fruit ye shall be free

 

We are called the survivors

Dumped then pumped on tranquilizers

Red pills yellows pills give you smiles

Merrily mellow on tranquilizers

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The Babies Of Fallujah

The Babies Of Fallujah

 

Ain’t on glory in war cause its living hell

There’s depleted uranium in the artillery shell

How dare they fight to defend their land

We’ll give them a lesson they’ll understand

 

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

The babies of Fallujah see them die

Gringo comes to kill never asking why

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

 

There’s oil a plenty in that desert waste

We got freedom so lets give them a taste

Cowboy junkies addicted to endless war

The United States called Babylon the Whore

 

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

The babies of Fallujah see them die

Gringo comes to kill never asking why

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

 

Our favorite pastime is learning how to kill

We say we love Jesus but we don’t do God’s will

Bow down to the golden calf great is our greed

There’s a price to pay so we’ll make you bleed

 

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

The babies of Fallujah see them die

Gringo comes to kill never asking why

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

 

And its bombs bombs bombs away

Oh Lord Lucifer it’s a glorious day

And its bombs bombs bombs away

And the babies of Fallujah are the ones to pay

 

In the rubble of Fallujah so few survive

They give thanks and praise just to be alive

Life goes on but mutated babies are born

See the babies of Fallujah hear the mothers mourn

 

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

The babies of Fallujah see them die

Gringo comes to kill never asking why

The babies of Fallujah hear them cry

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