Whoever wins in November
In Boston bay
To the Mexican Gulf
All the papers will say
The people have spoken
And shown us their will
From the great plains of Wyoming
To the Capitol Hill.
Whoever wins in November
The moon it will rise
And the mothers will wake up
to the sound of the cries
of the kids in their mansions
And the kids in their shacks
The farm-workers will toil
With the sun on their backs.
Whoever wins in November
The frat boys at Yale
Will all toast to democracy
And tell many a tale
The bombs will keep falling
The flags they will wave
And they'll cheer on their new leader
The latest corporate slave...
Whoever wins in November
The rivers will flow
Into the Charles
And the Rio Bravo
The nuke dumps will widen
And the forests will burn
Until the time comes
When we finally learn..
That whoever wins in November
Neolib, neocon
Stands only for death
Whichever face he has on..
We will build a new world
And set us all free
Once we drive the whole lot of them
Right out of DC
Whoever wins in November
The drills they will burrow
And the pipes will be laid
And the bankers will laugh
At all the profits they've made.
Whoever wins in November
On either side of the aisle
Rich white men in suits
Will clap and they'll smile
Some lost souls may wonder
How this all began
While in the dark halls of New Haven
They say there goes our man.
Whoever wins in November
The children will die
In the ghettoes of Oakland and
Beneath the Iraqi sky.
Wheover wins in November...
In Boston bay
To the Mexican Gulf
All the papers will say
The people have spoken
And shown us their will
From the great plains of Wyoming
To the Capitol Hill.
Whoever wins in November
The moon it will rise
And the mothers will wake up
to the sound of the cries
of the kids in their mansions
And the kids in their shacks
The farm-workers will toil
With the sun on their backs.
Whoever wins in November
The frat boys at Yale
Will all toast to democracy
And tell many a tale
The bombs will keep falling
The flags they will wave
And they'll cheer on their new leader
The latest corporate slave...
Whoever wins in November
The rivers will flow
Into the Charles
And the Rio Bravo
The nuke dumps will widen
And the forests will burn
Until the time comes
When we finally learn..
That whoever wins in November
Neolib, neocon
Stands only for death
Whichever face he has on..
We will build a new world
And set us all free
Once we drive the whole lot of them
Right out of DC
Whoever wins in November
The drills they will burrow
And the pipes will be laid
And the bankers will laugh
At all the profits they've made.
Whoever wins in November
On either side of the aisle
Rich white men in suits
Will clap and they'll smile
Some lost souls may wonder
How this all began
While in the dark halls of New Haven
They say there goes our man.
Whoever wins in November
The children will die
In the ghettoes of Oakland and
Beneath the Iraqi sky.
Wheover wins in November...
envoyé par giorgio - 13/4/2010 - 08:47
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There may have been a distinction between those two war criminals. Perhaps even a distinction that we might call significant, but certainly not one that will, in itself, allow our species to survive.