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I Hope You Get Drafted

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"I Hope You Get Drafted" was written in a restaurant shortly after the U.S. military takeover of the tiny Caribbean island of Grenada. It was then that I overheard a few ehigh school kids sitting at a table next to our own, upholding the imperialist move as a "neat" thing. Their bragging and laughter, so filled with that “new patriotism” which continues to fester in so many Americans, spoke casually of foxholes, guns,and how much "fun" it would be to fight and "win". As they spoke, my thoughts
turned to the television images of dying soldiers and bloodied children of the various worldwide conflicts. While nuclear bombs have continued to mount their mighty forces and as the world approaches its breaking point, to hear those who sit in the belly of the beast laugh and cheer a victory made from blood, made me wish that they alone be forced to die in the horror and pain of the wars they endorse". (Gary Floyd)

In the song, Floyd rages: “When you come back with no arms or legs, then you can say war is fun!” Perhaps the only hardcore group that matches this level of politically-motivated rage and violent fantasy was the Michigan band the Crucifucks, who the Dicks travelled with during a sprawling “Rock Against Reagan” tour that also included DRI and MDC.
You don't care about nuclear war -or how many people die
You're always laughing in the face of death
I'll look you straight in the eye -and say:
"I hope you get drafted,
I hope your mama cries,
You apolitical asshole,
I hope you're the first to die"

Your privileged life shows itself when you speak
Your education is lies
You're always laughing in the face of death
A child with death in its eyes – You know:

I hope you get drafted
I hope you carry a gun
When you come back with no arms or legs
Then you can say war is fun!

'Cause you don't care
What happens to me
As long it don't happens to you.

As the world becomes a bomb factory
Your attitude becomes smug
This creates an atmosphere of war
a world without love – You know:

I hope you get drafted,
I hope you burn and fry,
You apolitical asshole,
I hope you're the first to die!

'Cause you don't care
What happens to me
As long it don't happen to you!

inviata da giorgio - 23/6/2010 - 20:25



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