Body Of War: Songs That Inspired An Iraq War Veteran [best, ost] (2008) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Uh, close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart
How do you forgive the murderer of your father?
The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr
Terrorist

We came through the storm
Nooses on our necks, and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn?wake up!
The alarm clock is connected to a bomb
Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm
Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed
Civilians and lil' children is especially harmed
Camouflage Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qu'rans
The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there
Have become misinterpreted reasons for warfare
We read 'em with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there
Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there! ...Yeah
Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools, we don't need them
Can you please call the fire department, they down here marchin' for freedom
Burn down all they tepees, turn the TVs on to teach them, and move!

The more money that they make, the more money that they make
The better and better they live
Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take
Whatever, whatever it is
The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn
The better and better they get
American Terrorist

Now a poor Klu Klux man see that we all brothers
Not 'cause things the same, but 'cause we lack the same color
And that's green, now that's mean
Can't burn his cross, 'cause he can't afford the gasoline
Now if a Muslim woman's strapped with a bomb on the bus
With the seconds runnin' give you the jitters
Just imagine an American-based Christian organization
Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker
Nigga, they ain't livin' properly
Break 'em off with a lil' democracy
Turn they whole culture to a mockery
Give 'em Coca-Cola for they property
Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun
But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none
And don't give 'em all, naw, man, just give 'em some
It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh!

The more money that they make, the more money that they make
The better and better they live
Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take
Whatever, whatever it is
The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn
The better and better they get
American Ter-ro-rist

The more money that they make, the more money that they make
The better and better they live
Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take
Whatever, whatever it is
The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn
The better and better they get
American Ter-ro-rist

Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor
Red man fool, black man nigga
Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river
Give black man crack, Glocks, and things
Give red man craps, slot machines
Now bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back

Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor
Red man fool, black man nigga
Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river
Give the black man crack, glocks and things
Give the red man craps, slot machines
Now bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back

It never makes no sense
It never makes no sense
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

Armageddon is a deadly day
Armageddon is a deadly way
They comin for you everyday
While senators on holiday

The army recruiters in the parking lot
Hustling kids there jugglin pot
Listen, young man, listen to my plan
Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man
Bom bom here's what you get... an M-16 and a kevlar vest
You might come home with one less leg but this thing will surely keep a bullet out your chest

So, come on, come on, sign up, come on
This one's nothing like Vietnam
Except for the bullets, except for the bombs, except for the youth that's gone

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

Tell me, President, tell me if you will
How many people does a smart bomb kill?
How many of 'em do you think we got?
The general says we never miss a shot
And we never ever ever keep a body count
We killin so efficiently, we can't keep count
In the Afghan hills, the rebels still fightin
Opium fields keep providin

The best heroin that money can buy and
Nobody knows where Osama been hidin
The press confrences keep on lyin
Like we don't know

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

Some say engine, engine number nine
Machine guns on a New York transit line
The war for oil is a war for the beast
The war on terror is a war on peace
Tellin you they're gonna protect you and
Tellin you that they support the troops

And don't let them fool you with their milk and honey
No, they only want your money

One step forward and two steps back
One step forward and two steps back
Why do veterans get no respect
PTSD and a broken back

Take a look at where your money's gone seen
Take a look at what they spend it on
No excuses, no illusions
Light up ya lighter, bring it home

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire

Fire, fire, fire, yeah, you know, so light up ya lighter
Fire, fire, fire, fire, no, light up ya lighter

Uh! Backwards!

C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin back that goddamned plane
Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration
Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain
Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten
The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in
Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination
I'm just sayin, sayin
Who voted for that asshole of your nation?
Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush
Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres
Who did what RayGun said
And then became prez himself, went for delf
Knee deep in his damned self
Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit
Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it
No you cannot freestyle this
Cause you still ain't free
If I fight for y'all then they get me
How many o y'all is comin to get me?
None! Cause it's easier to forget me
Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone
You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone
I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone
Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the Illuminati
Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

Now here's the pitch
Hiding inside certified genocide
Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush?
Out of nowhere headed to the hot house
Killed 135 at the last count
Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce!
Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance
Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine
Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush
Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did
Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid
Go on!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

the father, the son
the father, the son
the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit
The father
The father

Coke is the real thing
Used to make you swing
Used to be yo thing
Daddy had you under his wing
Uhh, son of a Bush
Bringin kilos to fill up silos
You probably sniffed piles
Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles
That shit is wild
That shit is wild CIA child
That shit is wild CIA child

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

Son of a bad man

Your empty walls...
Your empty walls...
Pretentious attention
Dismissive apprehension
Don't waste your time, on coffins today
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Taunt you
To see
From behind those empty walls

Those empty walls
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Taunt you
To see
From behind those empty walls
Want you to be
Left behind those empty walls
I taunt you
To see
From behind those empty walls

From behind those empty walls
From behind those empty walls
The walls
From behind those empty walls

I loved you
Yesterday, before
You killed my family.

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Taunt you
To see
From behind those empty walls
Want you to be, left behind those empty walls
Taunt you
To see
From behind those empty walls
From behind those empty walls
From behind those fucking walls
From behind those goddamn walls
Those walls...
Those walls...

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot
But the people aren't looking for a handout, they're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war, let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war, let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride

From the force to the union shops, the war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts
Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor, all they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore

Let them eat war, let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war, let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride

We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it

At a job site the boss is god like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stones throw away from a rock fight but not tonight

Feed 'em death, here comes another ration
Feed 'em death, 'cause they're the finest in the nation
Feed 'em death, when there's nothing left to feed them with
When it's freedom or it's death

Let them eat war, let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war, let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed

[Iriscience]
War is life and war is death
War's a vaccum but war's a breath
And war is a war that can never be won
But war is the way Johnny got his gun
War, it brings students out in a rally
War's something that I see too much in Cali
War with black, and war with brown
And war with everyone as the sound resounds
in war, more than you bargained for
War is blinding and wars ROAR
War is getting picked off storming the shore
And war is how the rich conrol the poor
War is the boom of impending doom
War fills history books and fills tombs
War is my lyrics when I duel with drums
War is the shape of things to come
War is suffering, war is bluffing
What is it good for, absolutely nothing!
+War+ is one of my favorite groups
And war is why they turn y'all kids to troops
War, between my zodiac twin
One want to do right, one want to sin
War is a loop that does not end
Cause war is often between kin and friend
Everywhere is war and rumors of war
I rap battle hymns cause tour is a war
Some war with God and some with the beast
Some war for war but we war for peace - peace!

How many people, how many have died?
I'm feeling lucky and afraid at the same time
How many times have you sat home and wondered why?
We always hear about the U.S.A., but not the other side
In fileds of agony everybody dies
How many humans, how many does it take?
We get a cedar box, they get a body rake
How many lives does it take before we can end this war?
Bring Johnny home soon, he forgot what the fuck that they were fighting for
In fields of agony
I don't wanna die or be sent home on a cargo plane
A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million


A million...
How many weapons, how many do we need?
What about the economy, what about the economy?
You'll be the hero at the end of your catastrophe
It can't be stopped with unity, with collaboration of you and me
And human dignity
In fields of agony
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The new age is upon us...and yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
...for those who hide behind the false image of
the son of man, shall stand before God! It has begun...
the beginning of the end...yeah...yeah...yeah, yeah

The voice of racism preaching the Gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, trying to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
'Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facing assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancing offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Salvador and the Contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?

Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
US manufactured missiles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starving
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezing
And the world doesn't believe that you fighting for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm trying to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggas scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?

Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

Yeah, the fourth branch of the government, aka the media, seems to now have a retirement plan
For ex-military officials as if their opinion was at all unbiased.
A machine shouldn't speak for men so shut the fuck up you mindless drone
And you know it's serious when these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars
On a PR campaign to try and convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get contracts to make money off 'em afterwards
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga
We are cheap labor, nigga
Turn off the news and read, nigga
Read. Read. Read.

Why do they always
send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbara
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spanking deals
Marching forward
hypocritic and
hypnotic computers
You depend on
our protection
Yet you feed us
lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going
to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
disappearing
into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting
dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us
lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going
to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going
to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
it's party time
And we don't live in a
fascist nation
Blast off
it's party time
And where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don't presidents
fight the war
Why do they always
send the poor
Why don't presidents
fight the war
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do they always
send the poor
Kneeling roses
disappearing
into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting
dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us
lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going
to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going
to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don't presidents
fight the war
Why do they always
send the poor
Why don't presidents
fight the war
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do they always
send the poor
Why do
they always send the poor
Why do
they always send the poor
Why do
they always send the poor
They always send the poor
They always send the poor

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There’s just devils and dust
We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home’s a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing,
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise

We’ve got God on our side
We’re just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing, baby
It’ll turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

[Harmonica solo]

Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I’ve got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain’t enough
When I look inside my heart
There’s just devils and dust

Well I’ve got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

[Harmonica solo]

Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead

When the President talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women's rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the President talks to God?

When the President talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute on down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God says ever change his mind
When the President talks to God?

When the President talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the President talks to God?

When the President talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop?
"We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke"
"No they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke"
That's what God recommends

When the President talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess God just calls a spade a spade
When the President talks to God

When the President talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe He's not
That that voice is just inside his head?
When he kneels next to the Presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the President talks to God?

I doubt it

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

The people have heard the news
The people have spoken
You may not like what they said
But they weren't jokin'

Way out on the desert sands
Lies a desperate lover
They call her the "Queen of Oil"
So much to discover

Don't need no ad machine
Telling me what I need
Don't need no Madison Avenue War
Don't need no more boxes I can see

Covered in flags but I can't see them on TV

Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies

The restless consumer flies
Around the world each day
With such an appetite for taste and grace

People from around the world
Need someone to listen
We're starving and dying from our disease
We need your medicine
How do you pay for war
And leave us dyin' ?
When you could do so much more
You're not even tryin'

Don't need no TV ad
Tellin' me how sick I am
Don't want to know how many people are like me
Don't need no dizziness
Don't need no nausea
Don't need no side effects like diarrhea or sexual death

Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies

The restless consumer lies
Asleep in her hotel
With such an appetite
For anything that sells

A hundred voices from a hundred lands
Need someone to listen
People are dying here and there
They don't see the world the way you do
There's no mission accomplished here
Just death to thousands

A hundred voices from a hundred lands
Cry out in unison

Don't need no terror squad
Don't want no damned Jihad
Blowin' themselves away in my hood
But we don't talk to them
So we don't learn from them
Hate don't negotiate with Good

Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies

The restless comsumer flies
Around the world each day
With such an appetite for efficiency
And pace...

Don't need no more lies.

I salute to you Commander
And I sneeze
'Cause I have Now
An Allergy
To your policies it seems
Where have we gone
wrong America
Mr Lincoln we can't seem
To find you anywhere
out of the millions
From the deserts
To the mountains
Over prairies
To the shores
Is this just the Madness
of King George
Yo George
Is this just the Madness
of King George
Yo George
Well you have
the whole Nation
On all fours

You left them swimming for their lives
Down in New Orleans
Can't afford a gallon of gasoline
With your useless degrees and contrary statistics
This government business is straight up sadistic

Now you don't fight for us
But expect us to die for you
You have no sympathy for us
But still I cry for you
Now you may kill the revolutionary
But the revolution you can never bury

Don't speak to us like we work for you
Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to
I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate times at hand
This generation is beyond your command

And it won't be long
'Til the people flood the streets
To take you down
One and all
A black rain is gonna fall

I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here
I cant wait to see you all
and Im counting the days here

I still believe that theres gold
at the end of the world
And Ill come home to Illinois
on the day after tomorrow

It is so hard and it's cold here
and Im tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
up by the Wisconsin border

What I miss, you won't believe
shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every nite
and I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
'bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
'bout all the blood that's been spilled
Will god on this throne
get me back home
on the day after tomorrow

You can't deny, the other side
Don't want to die anymore then we do
What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
to the same god that we do?

And tell me how does god choose
whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel
Who throws the dice
on the day after tomorrow

I'm not fighting, for justice
I am not fighting, for freedom
I am fighting, for my life
and another day in the world here

I just do what I've been told
We're just the gravel on the road
And only the lucky ones come home
on the day after tomorrow

And the summer, it too will fade
and with it brings the winter's frost dear
And I know we too are made
of all the things that we have lost here

I'll be 21 today
I been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
on the day after tomorrow