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Country Joe & The Fish
AN UNTITLED PROTEST
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AN UNTITLED PROTEST,
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Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
while cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
and then proceed to "target b" in keeping with their plans
khaki priests of christendom interpreters of love
ride a stone leviathan across a sea of blood
and pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen
delegates from the western land to join the death machine
and we send cars and letters.
The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
and fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
and super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
the junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
and soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
and those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
and we send prayerd and praises.
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Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes while cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands and then proceed to "target b" in keeping with their plans khaki priests of christendom interpreters of love ride a stone leviathan across a sea of blood and pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen delegates from the western land to join the death machine and we send cars and letters. The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud and fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood and super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman the junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside and soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide and those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath and we send prayerd and praises.
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