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I've seen you in the markets I've seen you in the streets And at your political convention Talking of your crusade Talking of your nation And other things too terrible to mention And you proclaim your Christianity You proclaim your love of God You talk of apple pie and mom Well I've just got one question And I want an answer Tell me, who would Jesus bomb? Maybe Jesus would bomb the Syrians 'Cause they're not Jews like him Maybe Jesus would bomb the Afghans On some kind of vengeful whim Maybe Jesus would drive an M1 tank And he would shoot Saddam Tell me, who would Jesus bomb? I've seen you on the TV And on the battleships I've seen you in the house upon the hill And I've heard you talking About making the world safer And about all the men you have to kill And you speak so glibly About your civilization And how you have the moral higher ground While halfway around the world Your explosives smash the buildings Ah, if you could only hear the sound But maybe Jesus would sell land mines And turn on his electric chair Maybe Jesus would show no compassion For his enemies in the lands way over there Maybe Jesus would have flown the planes That killed the kids in Viet Nam Tell me, who would Jesus bomb Yes I hear you shout with confidence As you praise the lord And you talk about this God you know so well And you talk of Armageddon And your final victory When all the evil forces go to hell Well you'd best hope you've chosen wisely On the right side of the lord And when you die your conscience it is clear You'd best hope that your atom bombs Are better than the sword At the time when your reckoning is here 'Cause I don't think Jesus would send gunships into Bethlehem Or jets to raze the towns of Timorese I don't think Jesus would lend money to dictators Or drive those SUV's And I don't think Jesus would ever have dropped A single ounce of napalm So tell me, who would Jesus bomb?
I could live by this song. If the corporate bosses have no one to do their work, it won't get done, because those fat cats can't even have a concept of what labor is or what they have to do to get the dirty jobs done. Isn't it amasing Unions have become a bad word lately. Unions are the unification of the little man. But now it's a bad word, why? Because the marketing of big corporations sold the little man that it might compromise their lives/retirement. And instead of reforming the unions they bought the republican point of view and chose to ignore the little man and focus more on their stock holdings. Where are your stock holdings now? Who protected you from Enron and the others not those that were supposed protecting you from the unions. But they divided your interests they broke your only means of impact. Time to regroup on an individual basis, and demand answers.
Good one fylthevoid. Here's an updated version; Come on you big dumb american's, we need more oil for your mini-vans, Time to send more kids to die, Be good sheep and don't ask why, Just put down you sign and pick up your gun, For a war that can't ever be won. (Chorus) And it's one, two, three, what's premium going for? Oh hey now that's too high, better send more kids to die, And it's five, six, seven kids got killed today, Hey now mothers, don't you cry, Least the gas pumps didn't run dry. Georgie's got a gig from God, Only pinko heathens find this odd, God said, "George go to the middle east, (well it was one of the voices in his head at least) and if some folks get blown away, that's a price I'm willing to pay" (Chorus) And it's one, two, three, what are elections for? Don't ask me I didn't vote, Just figured there's no hope, And it's five, six, seven, eight years of hypocricy, Lets impose our will on the whole damn world, And call it democracy.
Thanx naykidape....for the updated version.....I didn't even realize that country joe was still around to be quite honest.Thanx for the up date though
PINK LYRICS "Dear Mr. President" (feat. Indigo Girls) Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye Let me tell you bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you
