Rock Against Bush, Vol. 1

There's a place where I like to go
When I got no food or I got no shelter
It's a house where I can get away
For maybe 3 days
To get off the drink and stay off the haze

Who's the opposition I'm 7 years down
The human spirit prevails
Yeah I'm down down down

Woke up in the bushes 6:30 Tuesday morning
With a unopened Heineken a head that was burning
For 7 years I walked the same path
Dreams of being loved was all I ever had

Who's the opposition I'm 7 years down
The human spirit prevails
Yeah I'm down down down

How many people, how many have died?
I'm feeling lucky and afraid at the same time
How many times have you sat home and wondered why?
We always hear about the U.S.A. but not the other side
In fields of agony everybody dies
How many humans, how many does it take?
We get a cedar box they get a body rake
How many lives does it take before we can end this war?
Bring Johnny home soon he forgot what the fuck they
were fighting for...In fields of agony
I don't want to die or be sent home on a cargo plane
A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million
A million
How many weapons, how many do we need?
What about the economy, what about the economy?
You'll be the hero at the end of your catastrophe
It can't be stopped with unity with collaboration of
you and me...and human dignity...in fields of agony...

I started out on the wrong foot, now I'm not myself
I am Jekyll, I am Hyde, found this place to hide, come seek me
Oh, so up and down, so back and forth, so insecure
Can't get this taste out of my mouth, swallow it down, pretend

And hold it, hold it all in
Let it build up, oh, build a bomb
And blow it, blow it away
And clear it all out, just end it

I'm just a normal person without those problems, when did it change?
Admission so embarrassing, I'm on the verge of tears again

I'll hold it, I'll hold it all in
I'll let it build up, oh, build a bomb
And blow it, blow it away
And clear it all out, just end it

Oh look, I took the band aid off. did I take it off too soon
Hysterical confession, my big courage is blue

Don't gasp at the predictable, a comforting lie can't last
Preordained checklist of this awkward love it's so sad

Oh, hold it, hold it all in
Let it build up, oh, build a bomb
And blow it, blow it away
And clear it all out, just end it
And sort it, sort it out
Oh, just give it back, no thank you
And toss it, toss it away
Eliminate, just give up

I, I can't decide this tug of war
I'm feeling weak, yeah

We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter died
and we were caught in an eye to eye.
We sat on the floor and did we sit close.
I could smell your thoughts and thought.
Do you want to touch a lot like me?
Too scared to say a thing.
I left your house and kicked myself.
I put those feelings on a shelf to die.
I guess I'm not a gambling type
but think of what the two of us had lost.
I needed some time to think it out.
7-Eleven parking lot.
A toothless woman turned and stopped.
I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
I was scared but it felt sweet.
Felt so sweet.
She asked me if I had a name.
I told her I was glued up on some chick.
We sat and smoked against the wall.
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldn't cool me down,
so I turned it around and came back up.
You were waiting on your step,
steam showing off your breath and
water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one,
parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Said all my chicks they smoke these things and handed you a
Chesterfield King.
Held your hand and watched TV
and traced the little lines along your palm.

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
With long division and riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner
When it's served up piping hot

But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war
Let them eat more
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat more
Let them eat war

There's an urgent need to feed
Declining crime

From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts

You never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All he ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore

Let them eat war
Let them eat more
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat more
Let them eat war

There's an urgent need to feed
Declining crime

We've got to kill 'em in the end
Before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars
Let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
At a job site the boss is god like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stones throw away from a rock fight
But not tonight, feed 'em death

Here comes another ration (feed them death)
Cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death)
But there's nothing left to feed them
When it's freedom or it's death

Let them eat war
Let them eat more
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat more
Let them eat war

There's an urgent need to feed

there are many things I'm tired of
that's what she said
so she took out a knife
and said off with my head
what's the use in knowing that the rest of me is dead(?)
what good is a brain if it's all you got left

there's a part that you have missed
don't need proof that I exist
you don't know I'm far away
from those awful things you say

what you put at the top of the neck to replace the skull
a balloon that you found at the shopping mall
took out a pen, drew on a happy face
now she walks around like her own parade

there are words you'll never hear
you've got poison in your ear
you don't know I'm far away
from those awful things you say

come on I want a new reason to feel
a way to know that all I see is real
free from all your toxic melody
free from all the sadness that I see

(Carrie's part:
are you sick of your skin
here's a bag to bury you in
you've got a lot of nerve
and you'll get what you deserve)

sing me something good this time
tired of wicked lullabies
you don't know I'm far away
from those awful things you say
[repeat]



but that's overused)

gas chamber, there's a light.
stay at home, don't feel right.
in my room, all the time,
trapped inside this twisted mind.

gas chamber, cannot breathe.
time for lunch, cannot leave.
in my room, all the time,
trapped inside this fucking mind.

no action no, no
no action gas chamber
oh, no

Racially inefficient,
A malfunction prevalent in the system
Blood rusts dry! On gears monkey wrenched with innocent life;
However cogs refuse to slow,
With each denial that we know
The machine runs on murderous,
In its service of peace!

Eye for an eye!
As long as you're not white
Injustice! As the hammer falls!
Eye for an eye!
As long as pockets aren't lined
Injustice! As the hammer falls!

Economically deficient,
A virus rampant in this organism,
Blood runs dry! In corpses too poor to pay for their life;
However teeth refuse to slow,
With each refusal that we know
The monster feeds on murderous,
In its quest for peace!

Eye for an eye!
As long as you're not white
Injustice! As the hammer falls!
Eye for an eye!
As long as pockets aren't lined
Injustice! As the hammer:

Barbaric vestigium, but even that aside,
Your intentions get lost in the flawed design.
And the financially inept,
The black men that you net, guilty or innocent,
Will walk this mile! More often than me or mine!

Oh no, no, no!
Oh no, no, no!

Oh no, this ship of justice has just run ashore.

Oh no, no, no!
Oh no, no, no!

Oh no, this ship of justice is in just need of reform!

Eye for an eye!
As long as you're not white
And/or rich! As the hammer falls!
Eye for an eye!
As long as pockets aren't lined
Injustice! As the hammer...