Angry Political Song
Author: Evan Greer
Throw a question at a monkey
And it always ducks,
Slap a flag on a t-shirt
You can make a few bucks,
And I'm not sayin' that I don't hate him too,
But we've got red blood,
White hands and I'm feelin' blue
People disapearin', tell me where did they go?
The melting pot melted about nine months ago
It don't lower the death toll
When more people die,
In this war against who, what, where, when,
And why?
Why why?
Please Mr. President, tell us what to do
Cuz we've got red blood, white hands,
And we're feelin' blue.
Bush kills a tree, but it's in the name of the war,
And those lousy immigrants
Better not knock on our door,
Suspect your neighbor if he don't own a flag
He's probably one of them no good commie fags!
Watch for people singin' too loud
About something wrong
"Speakin' of which sir,
Do we have a file on the kid
That wrote this song?"
Red blood, white hands, feelin' blue
Soothing secretarial soliloquy
Keeps our country calm,
I just hope I'm not here
When they drop the bomb,
And I hope they havn't already pushed the button when they finally get a
clue,
'Cuz we'll have red blood white hands
and we'll be feelin' blue
I've been thinking and I have my doubts,
Is it worth protecting if we have to turn it
inside out?
You're either good or evil
There ain't no in between,
So stand over here, shut your mouth
And pick up an M-16.
You little boys with guns
Just say goodbye to dad and mom,
And you'll go marching into our
Brand new Vietnam!
Copyright 2002 Evan Greer
www.evangreer.com
Updated: 3 July, 2007
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