A Kid's Face

 A Kid's Face

 

by John Kaniecki

 

Kelly Thomas had a kid's face

Showed up at the wrong place

Kelly Thomas had a kid's mind

Society had left him behind

Schizophrenia is a harsh disease

But Kelly Thomas was at ease

Until the big man in blue

Said what he intended to do

Police wanted him to move

Police had something to prove

It was plain for all to see

Police brutality

Kelly Thomas had a kid's face

Angelic and pure

Kelly Thomas had a kid's face

But not any more

 

They say that this is a civilization of law

But America has a tragic flaw

Cause dogs in blue with authority

Have their own brutal reality

Beating a man with no worry

Crying as he's dying

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Gasping in desperate despair

That he can't get any air

Finally crying for his dad

They knew Kelly Thomas was crazy mad

But they didn't care at all

Then they lied about it all

 

Well Kelly Thomas had his day in court

And I am so sad to report

The jury said there was no wrong done

The jury said there was no wrong done

It's easy when it ain't your son

 

Kelly Thomas had a kid's face

Angelic in it's glow

Kelly Thomas had a kid's face

But now it ain't so

Victory

 Victory

 

We shall walk together

Marching as if one

We shall walk together

Until victory is won

 

Down the narrow way

God guide us we pray

Sharing our burden

Until victory is won

 

Holding our cross high

We are willing to die

Give glory to the Son

For the victory won

 

We shall walk together

Love will conquer hate

We shall walk together

Through heaven’s gate

 

We shall walk together

Marching as if one

We shall walk together

Until victory is won

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Dollar Bill Refugee

 Dollar Bill Refugee

 

Tent city we’re living under the highway

The well to do wish we’d just go away

If Jesus was on Earth he’d kick back down here

Instead we’re fed with looks of fear

 

I’m a dollar bill refugee

The landlord put one over on me

A victim of the economy

I’m a dollar bill refugee

 

At the mission house you get a hot meal

A full belly and a prayer what a deal

God in His great wisdom puts you through a test

All of us poor we’re doubly blessed

 

I’m a dollar bill refugee

The landlord put one over on me

A victim of the economy

I’m a dollar bill refugee

 

And poetry my friend won’t pay the rent

While John’s in the city crying repent

Whispers of revolution vibrate in the air

As billionaires laugh without care

 

I’m a dollar bill refugee

The landlord put one over on me

A victim of the economy

I’m a dollar bill refugee

 

Bombs are falling made in the U.S.A.

More death and taxes coming your way

All our young march with a gun in their hand

Zombie apocalypse legions of the damned

 

The American dream oppression of the poor

Jails overflowing we’re ever knowing war

It’s only business so don’t take it to heart

Hustling bustling now do your part

 

I’m a dollar bill refugee

The landlord put one over on me

A victim of the economy

I’m a dollar bill refugee

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GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

Mister Wilson

 Mister Wilson

 

Hey Mister Wilson all numbers have their sum

And hey Mister Wilson they play the numbers in the slum

A Salvation Army banding piping we shall overcome

Hey Mister Wilson please tell me what have you done

 

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Life is truth and your truth is lies

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Mister Wilson you’re the devil in disguise

 

A world away you play with digits on the screen

When you don’t see the tears the evil don’t seem so mean

Welfare mothers kicking back with the brothers in the hood

In a black and white world color is misunderstood

 

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Life is truth and your truth is lies

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Mister Wilson you’re the devil in disguise

 

Ghetto defenders with righteous pretenders romance and dance

Every child in the wild is a victim of circumstance

And Mister Wilson we know you’re a self-made man

But your rich father sure did lend a hand

 

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Life is truth and your truth is lies

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Mister Wilson you’re the devil in disguise

 

The roaches swarm immune to toxic chemical swarms

Rats larger than cats abuse and refuse to conform

Still the money flows and everybody knows just fine

That in this world of greed the green is bottom line

 

Truth be told Mister Wilson you’re lost as could be

You heart in the frost counting the cost of idolatry

Hell is a fire burning in a rage out of control

You’ve made the upper grade while losing your soul

 

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Life is truth and your truth is lies

Mister Wilson you’re a man on the rise

Mister Wilson you’re the devil in disguise

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GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

Rich Hippies

 Rich Hippies

 

Rich hippies so hip they’re following the master plan                        

Don’t worry Diane they’re doing the best they can                               

If the solution of revolution doesn’t come our way                               

It’s okay they can always rely on their four oh one k                            

 

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

All they wanna do is smoke bud

Bang their drums hear the thud

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

 

I’m packing up my stuff because of the eviction                        

We’re free in America I really love good fiction                            

Rich hippies boldly say they want peace love and understanding          

Unless in the cause they break laws and life’s too demanding                 

 

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

All they wanna do is smoke bud

Bang their drums hear the thud

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

 

There’s a wrecking ball smashing what’s left of the sixty’s dream

We chant we sing and when really upset we let out a scream

I don’t hate I just advocate seizing the means of production

Come on you rich hippies this is your introduction

 

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

All they wanna do is smoke bud

Bang their drums hear the thud

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

 

Rockefeller wasn’t a nice fellow he’s with Hitler in Hell

The stink of the fumes consumes rich hippies as well

Sell all that you possess and give it to the poor

Jesus Christ did more than just preach against war

 

Why don’t we get real and try to follow our ideals?

We’ll blow up the backroom so there ain’t no shady deals

See the rich hippies they’re dressed up in a tie dye shirt

Rich hippies are on the people’s side until it starts to hurt

 

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

All they wanna do is smoke bud

Bang their drums hear the thud

Rich hippies stuck in the mud

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

From Way Back When

From Way Back When

 

I have a hundred books I’ve never read       

And millions of words left unsaid             

I wish I could write a hit song blue and true        

I wish I could just say out loud I love you          

 

And the Jones’s are moving in

The commies are at it again

I believe in God and sin

Oh play that song from way back when

 

I’m way past my prime ain’t life just a crime

It’s easy to ignore my rhyme

Jimmy finally found his shaker of salt

Don’t point any fingers it’s all my damn fault

 

And the Jones’s are moving in

The commies are at it again

I believe in God and sin

Oh play that song from way back when

 

Oh I’m the man standing up for the cause

Pulling the levers controlling Oz

Happy Jack died and put me in ground control

You can have the world I’ll take a righteous soul

 

And the Jones’s are moving in

The commies are at it again

I believe in God and sin

Oh play that song from way back when

 

The sum of the parts makes the creative arts

The man from the band broke a million hearts

Mrs. Jones the devil has got his eyes on you

Keep me a kiss and promise to be forever true

 

If I could have learned to play the guitar

Heaven’s inside baby you’re a star

I’ll whisper these sacred words when we make love

Until then sweet friend you’re who I’m thinking of

 

And the Jones’s are moving in

The commies are at it again

I believe in God and sin

Oh play that song from way back when

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

Skinny Chickens

 Skinny Chickens

 

Skinny chickens are barking at the moon                        

Minnie Mouse is singing badly out of tune                         

On Calvary’s Hill they’re doing Vaudeville                    

Sex is wrong but God knows they love to kill                 

 

Skinny chickens pecking at the grain

If you ain’t got Love life is vain

Skinny chickens quoting Marx

Skinny chickens doing it in the dark

 

Skinny chickens doped up on valium

Pluto and Budha compete with wisdom

Jesus was woke well he can go to hell

Drag Queens make scenes saying nothing is well

 

Skinny chickens pecking at the grain

If you ain’t got Love life is vain

Skinny chickens quoting Marx

Skinny chickens doing it in the dark

 

Skinny chickens demand we all conform

Shine our boots bright and don a uniform

The coming winds of war a hurricane

Skinny chickens say they can feel your pain

 

Skinny chickens pecking at the grain

If you ain’t got Love life is vain

Skinny chickens quoting Marx

Skinny chickens doing it in the dark

 

Skinny chickens went on a rampage at the farm

They beat up Moo Moo the cow but didn’t mean harm

Skinny chickens coming to a theatre near you

Skinny chickens tell me what are you gonna do?

 

Walt’s body’s frozen for some future time

Skinny chickens sing but they hate to rhyme

Skinny chickens wearing painted on jeans

Skinny chickens they will corrupt your teens

 

Skinny chickens pecking at the grain

If you ain’t got Love life is vain

Skinny chickens quoting Marx

Skinny chickens doing it in the dark

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS