Political song! (Original)

Published on: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:02:16 -0700

Well the roadsigns all say it's best not to stay, which is what I shall do every single day. U-turn away from the cell blocked scene, as I'm patiently waiting for the red to turn green. It's all so distressing to live this thing out, how all of the people feel the need to shout. Decide the results before you have tried it, well ya gotta scream loud if you want peace and quiet. And this tango is really just a typical thing, with the hopes and the dreams of the less it'll bring. So you can aim at the spokesmen who cheat sing and dance, but from the highest of seats. We all look like ants. So what's there to do when it's all said and done? Do we watch and we wait for the passionate one? And if he comes do we cry "he's a lie! Hear our call!"? Do we bang our bald heads on the cinder block wall? Do we walk with the weak because they are small? Do we run with the strong with their shadows so tall? Or is it best to sit back and do nothing at all? I don't know. But God. Please go easy on me. Well I heard how the madman will pilfer our fuel, to which the wicked will bellow "he's only a fool!" Make him an example, ensure they don't steal, well ya gotta bleed first if you really wanna heal. So the priests will all preach but never will seek, how come always told was I to "turn the other cheek."? That's for keeping us quiet, for igniting our rage, well the car that I'm driving misplaced it's gas gauge. So they'll grin at the graveyards but weep at the words, and they'll think up new reasons to keep down the birds. "But who's they?" You may say "In this wicked romance?" Well I never could tell. Cause they all look like ants. So I'll learn to keep quiet and maintain a closed mouth, but I'll laugh as you tell us that North is now South. We'll notice it one day, that the green has turned red. For now wage your cold wars from the warmth of your bed. And I'll learn to keep learning, and remember the past, how our ancestors dreamed how it always would last. How can you be so uncertain of something so real? When the ideal of freedom has lost it's appeal. And I'll learn to keep sober, or something like that. And I'll trim down this false from the overweight fact. For now keep it a secret, how to end this mad trance. Til that wonderful day. When we squash all the ants.

Author: freakshowpop
Keywords: Political song original Obama Hearing on Limits of Executive Power politics bush terror government ants patriot act America freedom lies
Added: July 28, 2008