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blood on my hands

i saw the world
bent and broken
as if the land and sea might fall into the sky
saw little girls
crushed and choking
and little boys turned into men ready to die, yeah…

and as the sun goes down on one more monster of a day
you disappear into the sand
and as the moon shines down on all my nightmares
i don't want your blood on my hands

i saw my soul
awash in poison
as if my heart might tear a hole right through my chest
lost every goal
to your wicked ploy, son
for god and country, i have lost my right to rest, yeah…

and as the sun goes down on one more monster of a day
you disappear into the sand
and as the moon shines down on all my nightmares
i don't want your blood on my hands

on my hands!

the voice of reason…swept aside…by the rising tide
now death's in season…and foolish pride…it's gonna bury me alive!

and when I see…powers that be…just crushing me…I can't break free, but
possibly…just possibly…yeah, possibly…I'll make you see…now can't you see? Can't you see? CAN'T YOU SEE THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS???????

(I don't want your) blood on my hands!
(I don't need your) blood on my hands!
(I don't want your) blood on my hands!
(I don't need your) blood on my hands!

grunt

when i signed up for this i knew my life
might end up on the line
but now it's happening and i ain't got no right
to bitch and whine

i told my wife and kids, i told my mother
my father, aunts and uncles, sister, brother
i told ‘em all that the decision was all mine

now i'm a first-to-go, last-to-know
ground force at ground zero
overseas, on my knees
praying please god spare me

i'm a grunt
a grunt grunt
just a grunt
grunt grunt

so now i drive around all bored and dusty
burning in the sand
freaked out by strangers on the street
i watch their eyes, i watch their hands

safe for democracy? more like anarchy
to serve the global corporate oligarchy
i came to liberate, but now i'm only here to hold the land

'cause i'm a first-to-go, last-to-know
ground force at ground zero
overseas, on my knees
praying please god spare me

i'm a grunt
a grunt grunt
just a grunt
grunt grunt

RPGs and IEDs
won't be the end of me
'cause someday I'll be free

mother…father…why? father…this is all a lie!
mother…father…why? mother…i don't want to die!

i'm a grunt
a grunt grunt
just a grunt
grunt grunt grunt

left me standing

well, it's half past midnight
and i'm done with my drink
since you never showed up
i've had lots of time to think

i guess you got some
more important things to do
'looks like i just never really
meant that much to you

you think you knocked me down
but I've got my feet on the ground
baby, you know all your punches landed
but you left me standing
you left me standing

well, the bar's so crowded
but I'm so alone
'guess there's nothing left to do but
drag my ass back home

i hope you're happy
that i'm out of your way
but don't be too surprised
when you look into my eyes
and there's nothin' left to say

you think you knocked me down
but I've got my feet on the ground
baby, you know all your punches landed
but you left me standing

you left me

you left me standing
left me standing
you left me standing
left me standing
you left me standing
left me standing
you left me standing

china shop bull market

in a china shop bull market
no apologies and no regrets
truth's the first casualty
and lies grow fatter

in a china shop bull market
no apologies and no regrets
there's no room for subtlety
so drop and scatter

out of the red and into the black
eight thousand rolled heads get stuffed in a sack
in a china shop bull market
all bruised and battered

dollars and cents and pounds and pence
and opium, grass, and oil and gas
in a china shop bull market
that's all that matters

chart the lines on the rise climbing up again
mesmerized by the lies that come creeping in
compromised, realize you got taken in
and getting out won't be so easy…

Recording (used by permission):
"Since the U.S. occupation of Afghanistan in November 2001, at a time when the Taliban had destroyed more than 90% of all opium production, Afghanistan has, under CIA and U.S. military control, once again become the largest producer of the opium poppy--accounting for 70% of the world's supply. In spite of that, more than two million new Americans have become unemployed, and the total number of unemployed is higher than at any time since the Great Depression."

--Mike Ruppert of www.fromthewilderness.com, 2004

dollars and cents and pounds and pence
opium, grass, and oil and gas…

(that's all that matters)

mad like a cow

by 1969, love was over
i was born out of bounds, like a range with no rover
there was just no natural place for me in this world

but i learned how to fight so i could keep livin'
held on tight so i could keep givin'
but still this shit i see ain't right,

listen girl…

i'm mad like a cow
mount up my bessie and plow
mad like a cow
moo, moo, moo
moo, moo, moo

'seen ten little kids out playin' with a landmine
special operations group tapping my computer line
'cold war was hot, this shit's way hotter than 'nat!

i been fed too much, been led too much,
been bled too much, seein' red too much
feels like they're force-feeding me to myself
with a baseball bat!

and i'm mad like a cow
mount up my bessie and plow

i'm mad like a cow
moo, moo, moo
moo, moo, moo

and these fake fucking cowboys they don't care, they all just wanna look good & hot in their $300 designer silk underwear, but damn it's a cold, cold world out there… damn it's a cold, cold world out there… DAMN IT'S A COLD, COLD WORLD OUT THERE…

MOO MOTHERFUCKER!

i'm mad like a cow
mount up my bessie and plow
i'm mad like a cow
moo, moo, moo
moo, moo, moo

red heifers & white buffaloes

in the east it has been written
in the west these words are spoken
'comes a time when all is broken
and a new world comes ‘round again

red heifers and white buffaloes
will it be the end or the beginning of the show?
ten thousand years gone by, ten more left to go
red heifers and white buffaloes

now there's time to dream and there's time to ponder
and there's time to argue ‘bout the life up yonder
but when the world gets torn asunder
it's too late to explain

red heifers and white buffaloes
will it be the end or the beginning of the show?
ten thousand years gone by, ten more left to go
red heifers and white buffaloes

spam!

spam, spam, my e-mail jam
stuff it in my inbox, cram cram, cram
faster than a shot from a digital cam
oh, gimme gimme gimme that spam!

lookit' all the offers
fill up all them coffers
give me somethin' fast, hot, free or cheap
'got drugs for sex and bigger tools
i'll take 'em all--i ain't no fool
it's just an act of faith, i'll take that leap!

spam, spam, my e-mail jam
stuff it in my inbox, cram cram, cram
faster than a shot from a digital cam
oh, gimme gimme gimme that spam!

spam, spam, my e-mail slam
open it up and smell the ham
the big bad wolf gonna slaughter that lamb
better watch out for that spam!

free girls, free boys, free giftie toys
free advice for free love and joy!
hey buddy you just won't believe your eyes
got mortgage rates and online dates
and if you wish to masturbates
'got teenagers with white and creamy thighs
(hoo doggie!)

spam, spam, my e-mail jam
stuff it in my inbox, cram cram, cram
faster than a shot from a digital cam
oh, gimme gimme gimme that spam!

spam, spam, my e-mail slam
open it up and smell the ham
the big bad wolf gonna slaughter that lamb
better watch out for that spam!

thank you spam for showin' me so much
I never even knew was possible
i just can't understand how anyone could be so cruel
as to call you tossable!

wham bam, thank you spam!

'got a nasty virus in my machine
it's wiping out all my cyber dreams
oh hell, oh crap, aw shucks, what can I do?
lost all my beans, lost all those scenes
in one big crackling digital scream
'guess I better find me another 'puter…and start anew.

spam, spam, my e-mail jam
stuff it in my inbox, cram cram, cram
faster than a shot from a digital cam
oh, gimme gimme gimme that spam!

spam, spam, my e-mail slam
open it up and smell the ham
the big bad wolf gonna slaughter that lamb
better watch out for that spam!

I'd just like to thank all the hundreds of thousands of good people who helped make this song possible. Without their tireless dedication to online guerilla marketing, I never could have wrote this little gem. So in no particular order, a big shout out of thanks to:

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…and others far too numerous to name. And to Antonio Hopper, I'd just like to say, No I am NOT a "2 pump chump." I already know how to "Go all night and drive her crazy," thank you very much!

And if I could just offer one little bit of advice: Ya'll need to brush up on yer spelling!