Warlords

War Lords (The Return Of The Peace Gangster)

For the Gods of War they'd pray and they'd kneel

Then

the

War Lords mounted their steeds made of steel

To go to war by some contrived demand

They ride out to some far off distant land

People of the far land posed not a threat

But some rode out and the War Lords they met

Valiantly defending their lands they fought

Were cut down and killed without even a thought

Many that died, were just common folk

As sun turned dark from the thick bomb smoke

Screams rose up as they lay and they bled

The sand it turned a deep deep dark red

War Lords trained in the art of death

Exalted and cheered with every breath

There arose a great alter on a spot that they found

War Lords ordered drill deep in the ground

Then a great rumble on the spot that they chose

And a stream of black liquid skyward it rose

It bobbed up and down to offerings they gave

Black liquid was gathered by all they enslaved

Soon many alters covered over the land

So thick not a spot for a slave left to stand

Red Warriors saying black liquid they need

Marched into that far land for war based on greed

War Lords were far off in a war not yet won

So to the slaves they gave rocket and gun

Red Warriors grew tired and indeed out of breath

As the slaves became expert in wars to the death

War Lords returned with new weapons for attack

But this time the slaves knew how to fight back

Calling on their God to make some more room

For many would be coming to their heaven very soon

The War Lords grew angry as great bombs they hurled

How dare these puny slaves try to take back their world

But the slaves had learned well how to kill and then run

They had no more fear of great bombs or big guns

The War Lords God would not let them lose

Is what they told their people that lie they did choose

The battle still rages men from both sides still die

Worried that their alters will someday run dry

I sit at my computer in the War Lords land

And the black liquid still lies under the sand

I'm tired that this death and sorrow still abounds

I'm sick of the pictures I'm sick of the sounds

And I'm sick of our leader and his snide fucking voice

I wish that my country had made another choice

I'm sick of the Christians who supported this shit

I wonder how their teachings in all this doth fit

I'm sick of the Moslem's though they didn't start this war

Cause they say how they'll kill me if I open my door

Everyone must die who doesn't think their way

And our fucked up leaders they think the same way

I wish there was a God with a little mean streak

Who really did love all the helpless and meek

Who'd answer my prayer and arrive with a roar

And cause death to all those who lived to make war

Then say to the rest he'll cut us some slack

And issue a warning not to make him come back

Then offer us a present of free energy and light

That would be so damned cool that would be outa sight

But that's not gonna happen there's no God to hear

And I will not live in the shadow of fear

I'm tired of these assholes fuck all these fools

I may not be armed but I still have some tools

My voice it could join a few million more

And demand that they stop this damned fucking war

So come on and join me get up off your feet

Let's take all our voices out into the street

And raise up a sound they can hear in D.C.

That America still is the land of the free.

Tell them their torture was a great big mistake

And we know that their lies were all a big fake

We'll call for their arrest for their treasonous acts

And demand that the Congress find all the facts

Lets put them on trial for the whole world to see

For ignoring the constitution of the land of the free

Then put them in prison for causing such strife

And let them rot there for the rest of their life

We'll bring home our warriors with a big "job well done"

Then get down to business no time to have fun

We'll use all those war bucks on clean energy

To find a new way we can get it for free

We know Global Warming isn't a lie

Lets spend bucks to fix it before we all die

Those slaves in the Desert can have their damn oil

And live there in peace and till their brown soil

I just want my child to have a good life

And make me a grandpa with his beautiful wife

What is that noise in the street that I hear

A million voices crying out loud and so clear

I guess I'm not alone in the way that I feel

So let's go to D.C. and get us a new deal

Yes I'm the Peace Gangster on the march once again

Raising some hell with just paper and pen

So you better hide Georgie and Dickie should too

Cause if I have my way you soon will be through

The People are ready to take back their land

But you're too stupid to even understand

Here let me say it in a different sort of way

The Peace Gangster's coming I'll be there any day.