A SONG FOR THE SANE KID

Blood puddles in Rhodesia

Naked trees in Zimbabwe

Black smoke rises up in Norway

Only one game to go in Amsterdam

 

Who’s filling the gaps?

This new atomic reality will bring forth a new beast

Their weak harvest brings forth an unsanitary feast

 

Bye bye gravy train

You really ran a number on our brains

If they only asked us who we were instead of what we wanted to be

Than a Universal future we could’ve seen

 

Listen up:

If there is an ism you better not go for schism

Yeah better grind your teeth when you hear socialism

None will bring forth horns of abundance

Only weak fragile trees

 

It’ll raid your soul and leave you for dead

If they only asked who I was  

But asked me what I wanted to become instead

 

Oh my son what have they done?

Robbed us of progress and vision

Man is no longer what he was meant to be

 

Oh my son what have we done?

If we remain docile we must bleed