Sleep, sleep, long may you slumber 'Neath the moonlight's beam In the night your hard times will be over In the valleys of your dreams Close your eyes
From Guatemala to Korea To the tunnels beneath Hanoi From Tulsa to El Chorillo Fat man to little boy We're gonna bomb our way to freedom With the cruise
Maybe you'll hear about me When you watch the evening news So I write this letter for you, my friends The truth then you may choose I had a good time
Folks are facing off With frowns upon their faces In Kyoto and the Hague And all kinds of other places The oil wells are pumping And the registers are
I pulled the stones for the emperor, Stacked 'em up and made that wall I thought, a mountain lasts forever But the rain must always fall I worked the
The conquistadors came with their sabres and guns And they raped and they slaughtered until they were done They hacked and they killed and left no one
I joined the army when high school was through I didn't know what else to do Thought I'd take care of that traveling jones Then maybe take out some
Saddam Hussein gassed the Kurdish people Killed thousands in a single day And twelve long years later Uncle Sam said, "You can't treat your Kurds that
Ford built tanks for the Nazis And the Nazis used those tanks To gun down lots of soldiers In the U.S. Army ranks Yes, Henry Ford was a fascist And a
Standin' here on a highway turned into a lake Born on this planet that I didn't make The ice caps are melting, you can measure the rise Of the poisoned
We want a safer country And it's in God we trust So we'll bomb you during Ramadan Turn your world into dust But pull up on your boostraps Stand on your
Well it's been a lengthy lesson But we've been learning every day Perfecting our techniques at keeping The working class at bay First we tried slavery
He has no feelings for the dead He's just calling out for more ExxonMobil likes it So he's happy to make war He'll send your child to die Somewhere far
I was born a refugee And I don't know if I'll ever see The old farmhouse I've heard about But it's where I belong, there is no doubt 'Cause my whole family
I don't drive a car 'cause they run on gas But if I did it'd run on biomass I ride a bike or sometimes a skateboard So fuck off all you drivers and your
If I die tomorrow Maybe in a speeding car You know I like to travel With my notebook and guitar But there's too many cars out there Not enough train tracks
Ten thousand children played in the playground Swingin' on swings, didn't hear the sound Of the single plane that flew overhead The third shift workers
1943 and we, the walking dead, made up our minds to fight I remember Warsaw, we stood side by side The Star of David flew above the ghetto; there we