Story Behind The Song

In light of the travesty that this president has foisted upon this fragile world of ours, poets must write poems, artisit must paint paintings, writers must pen manifestoes and I must write this song.

Song Description

Another political lament over the destruction of cultures and deconstructing of democracy little Jr.'s been up to lately. It's got a Texano (?) rythym, Frippertronic guitars and my wife playing a home made gamelan in the bridge.

Lyrics

greed, oil, death
the air is anthrax so hold your breath
greed, oil, death,
we scorch the earth
all for shibboleth

greed, oil, dread,
we staunch the would
where our souls were bled

greed, oil, dreams,
hospitals painted
with laser beams

greed, oil, drums,
we count each bead
with a calloused thumb

gred, oil, debt,
and we will live
to see your regret

while empire strangles
our children and wives
consuming a nation
of innocent lives
listen, the Reaper is sharpening knives,
Carving Jr.'s kingdom

greed oil, dogs,
attack them during their dialogues

greed, oil, dues,
retired generals
got new shoes
greed, oil, dance,
the girls in burkhas
no broads in pants

greed, oil, dust,
our bodys' bombs
cause you lost our trust