I see the
stars like I see the starships flying over the city protecting peace
While
running on desert fuel -a war gift
I see the
stars but the night’s still dark,
I see the starts Miami shore then now it’s all
Iraq
Hey mister
“I was there” when the shooting starts
You better
put out your camera and start shooting too
I know that
the scenes will be cut but before they do watch closely mister camera,
And don’t
forget when the generals’ smiles to ya’ll to smile back
Cuz other
way mister “I was there” you may not come back to whisper the whole story
I drink
bottles full of lies when I drink bottled water with peace mottos on the cover
Wear gloves
when typing these words on my computer’s keyboard cuz war isn’t over yet
There’s
still more to sell
Still more
to destroy
Still more
to kill and more to get
God give me
tanks or bombs or a gun with one bullet in its…and I’ll be all set
To stay
clear and off the dirty game of my anonymous homeland
Have
nothing to lose because I didn’t bet
Don’t need
your health just need some bread
Evolve to a
better being or blow up my fucking head
My name is
a story; every Christian name is a story
About
Christian enslavement of young souls that can’t resist the rape
I tried to
change it but the world still call me this way
Life’s hard
and real when it’s not all Disney and when mtv is not around
The wounds
of my “good” side still hurts but can’t write no poems about it
When the
human side of mine’s has no money in its pockets
And if you
don’t believe me ask Comstock about it
It’s hard
to keep the aspidistra flying and the “mice” died a long time ago on their
dirty shelves
Nothing
comes back as it goes nothing gonna peel the paint cuz there is no paint
On poor man
house walls and ceilings
So it goes
for us.
