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Edited on Sun Dec-04-05 07:52 PM by Selatius
Faithless - Mass Destruction
Lyrics:
My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving, He sat on my bed told me some facts. Son, I have the duty, calling on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier And don't forget all I told ya Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss Then I had to say goodbye In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though I'm only a kid Certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me Held me like I was made of gold But left her inner stories untold I said, momma it will be alright When daddy comes home, tonight
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
The skin under my chin is explodin' again I'm getting stress from some other children, I'm holdin' it in We takin' sides like a politician an if I get friction We get to fightin', I defend my Dad He's the best of all men An whatever he's doin, he's doin' the right thing It's frightening, but it makes me mad Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad An if that ain't enough, now I got these spots I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots, And what's more I can hear mama next door Explore the radio for reports of war An all we ever seem to do is hide the tears Seems like daddy been gone for years But he was right,now I'm geared up for the fight An he would be proud of me If my Daddy came home tonight.
My story stops here, lets be clear. This scenario is happening everywhere. And you ain't going to nirvana or far-vana, you're coming right back here to live out your karma. With even more drama than previously, seriously. Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free? And we refuse to see that people overseas suffer just like we: Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead I don't need good people to pray and wait For the lord to make it all straight. There's only now, do it right. 'Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight
James McMurtry - We Can't Make It Here
The next song isn't necessarily anti-war. It's more social commentary than anything else, but it hits where it hurts.
Lyrics:
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore
That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore
See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore
High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore
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