Don't want my country to hurt nobody
Am
I making myself clear
Fold down all third-world
umbrellas under cloudy skies pregnant with sanctions and fear
Well it may be old
But I swear it's
still true
Easier than laying blame
And there's no burden of proof
Take
half of the money
From all these guns
And head for the border
With
airplanes full of shots and water
Blankets
and sticky buns
First-strike policy
Come on now
honestly
What are you trying to do
Your heads are so far down the scope
you don't know who's drawing a
bead on you
Ah, look at all the hopeless
people
Living for the day
When the U.N. and the U.S.' leaders
Step out
of the way
Well them kids they just keep asking
The
same questions every day
Why is there no power
And why's our city wrecked
this way
The yays should be made to climb down to hell rung by rung
For
engineering no end to sanctions,
and no end to the war they only
began in '91
I Love all the people inside my
country
But I love all of them, too
You wouldn't want some Muhammed
Rumsfeld saying "it's them or us" about us, now would you?
Now would you
©2003 Billy Gewin