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CHILD HOSTS THE PARASITE What would it be like to starve to death Child hosts the parasite Against his will, against his hope Cries for help are lost in dark Against this foe he cannot cope He is ravaged, he is weary He is twisted by the fury Of the pain of his starvation Greed will cancel his salvation What would it be like to starve to death What time is breakfast time When will the hungry eat What time is dinner time When will the hungry eat There's enough for everyone But power dictates where the sun Will shine and where the rain will fall And where the grain will grow at all Famine of compassion Leaders meet to choose Influential power bushel Starving masses lose MONEYMAN It's all acquiring as many things as you can And the more you get the less of a man You become to all who stay around you People are just dollars to you anymore You think money - equals importance You think money - measures success You think money - validates your calloused conscience Your money doesn't mean a thing to me What's it like to never relax What's it like to fear an attack By your 'friends' who think that you lack the new thing That will make your life complete All the people you've stepped upon To look out across your big green lawn To see your shiny new black car You hear their screams They're not very far away WHERE THE HEART IS I've seen the price of security I've seen the cost of purity I've seen too much the stage was my home And home is where the heart is It rends your heart and makes you old It makes you try and fit a mold It makes you do as you are told Against your will (dear mom and dad) I've seen the price of securtiy (mother, father) I've seen the cost of purity (father, mother) I've seen too much, this play started at birth And home is where the heart is (dear mom and dad) My mother's hair is grey everywhere My father's hair is grey everywhere My father's life is grey everywhere My mother's life is grey everywhere |
THE GOOD LIFE She's so fulfilled She's lonely all the time She is living the good life He's so successful He's scared all the time He is living the good life They're so happy they're bored all the time They're so happy they're mad all the time They're so happy they want all the time They're so happy they fight all the time They're living the good life UNSCENE EFFORT Feel the passion And the potential too Have this be more than Just entertainment Make our scene Not a scene Make this scene Not a scene Make our scene Not a scene Make this scene Mean something Feel the passion And the potential too Have this be more than Just entertainment Make our scene (Compassion, honor and honesty) Not a scene Make this scene (Compassion, honor and honesty) Not a scene Make our scene (Compassion, honor and honesty) Not a scene Make this scene (Compassion, honor and honesty) Mean something THE REQUEST Twenty thousand should do the job The faceless official said Peace force will keep peace in Lebanon Dust in the streets clots red Morality was not discussed Thought all the points were throughly 'checked' Growing blind with desparation The leaders don't see the population fade You're asking too much Where are the lines drawn Is there no compassion Where have your people gone The bloodstained generation Where are the missing Did they have a choice This is where machine guns sing Drowning out the people's voice You're asking too much TRY Try Truth No Hate |
IN THE RED Death No War No There's a problem in the works This thing's being run by jerks Who'll drain your blood into the soil To keep from running out of oil Who'll gut you out from head to toe Just to keep a steady cash flow Who'll sever the limbs of a thousand men To get the economy going again When you're captain of the game Red and green must look the same See the woman, feel her pain Her son is part of the new food chain Sins of fools, wages of war Sins of fools, wages of war You're the one who's paying for Sins of fools, wages of war You're the one who's dying for Sins of fools, wages of war You're a statistic just one more Sins of fools, wages of war There's a song inside of me But it dosn't sound like reveille Try to confuse me but I see Who's the real enemy I won't lose for their gain Won't be a victim of their pain If they start this crazy crime It might be the very last time The oceans are boiling, the mountains are flat Try to make you oil fix that See the woman, she feels no pain She's waiting for the acid rain TRICKLE DOWN Economic genocide Trickle down is trickling on The shanty drone and ghetto dawn A military 'option' for the poor Pointed into a corner your guns are their door Trickle down is fallacy Only war jobs will save your economy Your forces lack the power to win a war So build cannon fodder out of the poor Make the innocents fed on each other Make a good man turn on his brother Rape the family - crush good will Conditions decay until there's mercy in the killing Starve the poor, dangle their need You must protect your bitter greed Recruit the desparate, cushion all blows Don't the desparate cushion all blows Trapped at the front with a loaded gun Now you have him under your thumb Trickle down has worked just right The 'expendables' are fighting your fight Make the innocents feed on each other Make a good man turn on his brother Rape the family - crush good will Conditions decay until there's mercy in the killing Welfare shrinks and war funds grow The cornered desparate will never know That they're given a protest but not a voice And the 'choice' they make is never their choice The draft won't work on those who can see But the poor will sign for opportunity |