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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.