Friday, July 15, 2005

Missionary

Hello missionary
come and sell your god to me
I can't seem to think for myself
perhaps you'll help me see
you know that I need saving
'cause I live in poverty
I'll purchase your compassion
at the price of my belief

I've come to share my words with you
because I speak the truth
mine is the only way to see
this book I hold is prood
relief might not come in your life
but I promise when you die
you'll float up to some paradise
way up in the sky


maybe I'll save you instead
you have so much to learn
we're a peaceful people
we're just living from the earth
we're living from the earth
we're worshiping the earth
for what it's worth

the children are so hungry
this mother's heart's in sorrow
you say I must have faith today
for what will come tomorrow
we're grateful for your charity
what happens when you're gone
prayers just aren't enough to eat
how can we carry on

Gods ways are a mystery
and yes it's quite a riddle
why I've been blessed so very much
and you've been blessed so little
be careful though, he's watching you
and if you don't obey
he'll damn you to eternal hell
upon your final judgment day


maybe I'll save you instead
you have so much to learn
we're a peaceful people
we're just living from the earth
we're living from the earth
we're worshiping the earth
for what it's worth

out of the pink

I should have held a little back
but of course I laid it out
I thought that this was different
but inside I had my doubts
as much as I've been through this
you'd think that I'd have learned
that when you play with fire
there's a good chance to get burned
and jaded is the feeling
when after while you find
that pessimistic voices
speak truth most of the time
and give and take's one sided
if you're not willing to give
and getting nothing in return
is just no way to live
so I'll pick up right where I left off
as if you never were
and try harder to protect myself
to keep from getting hurt

Monday, July 11, 2005

suicide bomber

his victums call him coward
but he died for his belief
we count our dead, ignoring theirs
as if they don't feel grief
and the bombs that kill their children
we say spread democracy
and eye for an eye
will leave the world blind
unless we choose to see
the cost in lives per gallon
for our flashy SUV's
we have to change the way we live
in order to make peace

but no one wants to hear the truth
and so we dance around it
by ignoring what is obvious
the problems are compounded
but when everybody's high
on this patriotic pride
there's nothing we need more
than to be gounded
every person's blood is red
and every culture moarns their dead
we won't know what we've lost
untill we've found it.