johnesmoke

the facts we hate: we'll never meet.
walking down the road,
everybody yelling "hurry up, hurry up!"
but i'm waiting for you, i must go slow
i must not think bad thoughts.
when is this world coming to?
both sides are right but both sides murder.
i give up; why can't they?
i must not think bad thoughts
the civil wars
and the uncivilized wars.
conflagrations leap out
of every poor furnace.
the food cooks poorly
and everyone goes hungry.
from then on it's dog eat dog,
dog eat body & body eat dog.
i can't go down there.
i can't understand it.
i'm a no good coward
& an American too.
a North American that is
not a South, or a Central,
or a Native American.
i must not think bad thoughts
i'm guily of murder of innocent men,
innocent women, innocent children,
thousands of them!
my planes, my guns, my money, my soldiers,
my blood on my hands, it's all my fault.
i must not think bad thoughts.
the facts we hate:
you'll never hear us.
i hear the radio is finally gonna play
new music, you know, the British invasion.
but what about the Minutemen,
Flesh Eaters, D.O.A.;
Big Boys, and Black Flag?
will the last American band
to get played on the radio
please bring the flag?
please bring the flag!
glitter-disco-synthesizer night-school.
all this noble savage drum, drum, drum
astronauts going back in time
to hang out with the cave people.
it's about time,
it's about space
it's about some people
in the strangest place.
Woody Guthrie sang about
b-e-e-t-s not b-e-a-t-s.
i must not think bad thoughts
the facts we hate

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