Story Behind The Song

It's summer, and downtown around UC Davis, the annual festival celebrating earth is underway. As I walk along the street, among the tie-dyed, the Hindus, the Bhuddists, the free-love advocates, the environmentalists, the socialists, the anarchists, and the stoners out for a good time, I see a booth with a display to save the rainforests; nearby is a planned parenthood booth handing out pamphlets. I can hear the conversations of saving trees intermingled with those of abortion advocacy, among the college students and social planners. With anger and sadness, I turn away. What can one man do to redeem a nation bent on self-annihilation, spiritual and physical? How can God sit idly by while we subject our own babies to that which we would outlaw for animals in laboratories? How can we advocate an end of child abuse while practicing it? Does God think that trees outweigh those created in His own image? Then we condemn rightly those that behead prisoners in Iraq, while refusing to condemn those who will dismember little humans in or almost out of the womb?

Song Description

What will you say when you stand and look into the eyes of the babies who we send to eternity with scalpels and saline? That they died for our convenience? That we know better than they the morality of their execution? That God is wrong? That the environment is more important? This song is a challenge to consider a change of priority--forty million unmarked graves cry out for it.

Lyrics

While your conscience sings a chorus
For the forests way down south
There's a check to mama's doctor
To shut up an unborn mouth
With a hymn to mother Gaia
You blow a kiss to sacred earth
In a petulant denial of
The first and second birth

See the prisoners held hostage
For the taking of their heads
Some are innocents on foreign soil
Some unborn babes instead
Now the forces are in country
To pursue the evil ones
But nobody stops the surgeon
As he mutilates our sons
(Lead bridge)

At the bottom of the cesspool
Is a single crusty dime
Someone wished for happiness
But wishes won't buy time
So here's your money, little one
And here's the world we've made
Why'd you have to leave so soon,
We wish you could have stayed

All around the voices shout,
Press on with the attack!
Little one arrives today
with a bullet in the back...