I hear the nukes a comin',
They're fallin' on Iran,
And they been launched by Dub-yah,
Just be-cause he can,
I’m stuck in Gitmo Prison,
And I ain’t gettin’ out,
But that bastard keeps a-talkin’
Just like he has no doubt.
When I was first ar-rested,
The FBI said "Boy,
You gonna be here long time,
‘Til there ain’t no oil,"
‘Cause I bought a book called Kor-an,
And read it on a bus,
When I think about my choice then,
I just don’t get the fuss.
I bet there’s rich folks beatin’,
The neo-con's war drum,
They ain’t payin’ taxes,
They're callin’ us folks dumb,
But I know I had it comin‘,
'Cause I vo-ted red,
Now those people own the White House,
And soon we’ll all be dead.
Well, if I was now a free man,
If I could tell the world,
I’d say, "Ev’rybo-dy listen now,
And boil that man in oil,"
He made a war for profit,
Over in EE-raq,
He stuck us in the Green Zone,
And stabbed us in the back.
With apologies to Johnny Cash.
JR Ford
UP (Unsubstantiated Press)
St Petersburg, Fl
sixtimeseven@aol.com
"A war for profit can accomplish in weeks what may take a war of ideas centuries. It just leaves a bigger mess." -- JR Ford, Sept 2005.