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Billy X. Curmano
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Say Son
President Bush number 0ne, said to president Bush his son, 'Say son, Oh say, can you see how that third world and the poor world is botherin' me.
I've got billions for Iraq if you wanna. And I've got billions for Iraq if you don't wanna. And I've got a master plan for Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, Iran and all them little stans.
And there's always more More money for weapons and war, but no money for the poor sick and sore.'
A voice is heard... like the song of a bird. Lamentation and sorrow; come pray for tomorrow. Mothers weep for their tots, but they're comforted not; though bravely they fought and freedom they sought with their lives it is bought and the bosses have naught been shot at or caught.
Zounds the sounds rebound around portable memorials and homemade parades. Repeating mistakes 20, 30, 50 a hundred years late, let them eat cake... ...and all their ists and isms.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So don't call me: fascist So don't call me: terrorist So don't call me: socialist So don't call me: communist So don't call me: environmentalist So don't call me: existentialist So don't call me: surrealist So don't call me: dadaist So don't call me: sunkist Just don't call me:
'cause I won't go; I say no! No More War.
You aren't saving us with your little war. You aren't saving them with your little war. You aren't saving the whole wide world with your wide-spread war.
So Saviour, Saviours come; Saviours go. Saviours hope; Saviours die. Saviours love and are crucified.
So Saviour... save... your... self So Saviour... save... your... self So Saviour... save... your... elf!
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