Did you see them praying And the Army marching in As they clubbed old women Did you see the general grin Watch the stones fly And the snipers taking aim
International terrorists are scheming They want to bring the planet to its knees They're hiding in their bunkers and they're plotting With bombs and guns
Poor Al Gore complained most bitterly The Greens had stole the vote from the Democratic Party The election was lost 'cause of that three percent And now
by the Russians, killed by the Catholics Killed for the Aryan race But none of that changes what happened before Or the unspeakable things that you do 'Cause King David
Fifty years ago today we stood in rubble The sun rose each morning through the smoke Your planes flew above us looking for somethin' left to bomb Our
I stand here in Lawrence, a town that used to be a city Filled with union women and men Now all the mills are gone and the story seems so distant How
I saw it in a photo It said all I need to know It's an image that has followed me Wherever I may go When I stare into your eyes I can only guess at where
I can only guess at where you came from Did you grow up in the country Did your father spend his days with a basket on his back On someone's farm picking
I dreamed about you again last night You had a smile on your face by the firelight We were sitting in your cabin on the top of the hill Shooting the shit
In the 24th century Everything is peachy keen Everybody has enough The replicators replicate all kinds of cool stuff You can wander all across the universe
It was a sunny Christmas Eve On 93rd Street People shopping on the Ave Good friends and family to greet Roger Meyers was forty-four years old Sitting
In 1948 I fled my village; The Stern Gang drove my family from the lands We ran into the desert Where I've spent these decades living by my hands Life
Mi amor, as you pause beside the lilacs I watch you take them in You start the morning like a prayer That's the way your days begin And if I could be
When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the air Everything was quiet, things were different everywhere The Wobblies were back again with Joe
The gestapo's on the march in Minnesota To make the world safe for Monsanto Goose-stepping down the streets of Minneapolis Spreading fear and terror as
This neighborhood is blighted That's what the people say Half the buildings are abandoned And everything is grey Half the kids have asthma 'Cause of the
It's six o'clock and the air is filled with good things The scent of eggs and coffee drifts upon the wind Not far away the sacred fire burns One sentry
I was born between factory walls I was conceived amongst the ivory halls And in this world I knew my role I went to work with a single goal I traveled