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I’m in a dream I can’t wake up from

My brain’s alert but my body’s numb

A monkey bangs a battle drum

Upon a doomsday podium

I try to scream. My voice won’t come

As he bullies pandemonium

To the final hour.



The monkey trails a web o’ strings

To monkey trainers in the wings

Whose skull & bones decoder rings

Flash chimp pickpockets into kings

The fat, Free-Market Diva sings

While missiles aim at everything

Except the golden tower.



How can a man who can’t locate

One drop of oil in Texas state

Swagger through the White House gate

Thumb his nose at mankind’s fate

With nobody to speculate

That dad said, “Think cocaine’s a rush, son,

Wait till you try power!



“Coz if you’re loyal, then my boy I’ll

Show you where to find more oil than soil.”

But who’s afraid of some pampered coward?



Show no respect to any law

That calls for ya to stoop or crawl

While whores command the judgment hall

Where peons of payola scrawl

In stone what should be optional

To feed ya to the foaming jaws

Of monopoly masters.



The lords of hypocrisy

Legislate morality

Orchestrate brutality

Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,

All hail the war machinery

But if you wag that flag at me

You’ll fly it at half-mast, sirs.



Every one’s collectin’ stuff.

Can’t isolate our selves enough.

Tuning out. Turning tough.

Diamonds dying in the rough.

Afraid that, if we call the bluff,

We’ll wear the terror tag

And drag our legs around in plaster.



Yes, it’s hard to get enthused,

To leave the zombie zone to be abused.

Who’s afraid to sleep through disaster?



From the moment you appear

It’s one lifelong campaign to smear

Your confidence & make you fear

That it’s a billion bucks from here

Up to where you can join your peers

& not be nerd or geek or queer

Or nervous, God forbid.



Gotta play ball to get paid

Gotta be cool to get laid

Watch the news to stay afraid

The propaganda hit parade

The cattle prod sparks in yer face

Pumping polish, gel & paste

To keep the natural you hid.



Yep, I seen it on tee vee

The chimpanzee can set ya free

From inferiority

BE ~ ALLTHATYOUCANBE

A commerce-driven killing spree

Slaughter foreign families,

We’ll pay your full tuition.



But let me say, loud & true

There ain’t nothin’ wrong with you

Who’s afraid of that slippin’ through, kid?



It’s all about the kids, f’real

Shirley Temple sex appeal

Snake oil peddlers who deal

In images to make ya feel

Immortal. It’s a cinch to steal

From them who never foot the bill.

It’s all good, E-Z Money.



Girl’n’boy bands make ya hum

Already been chewed pabulum

Must-see tee vee ad nauseum

& rap cds that oughta come

With gangsta cards & bubble gum

A drone o’ clones to keep ya numb

& keep ya shoppin’, honey.



While them blessed with a vision gift

A tongue of truth, sharp & swift

To widen or to bridge the rift

Whitewash metaphors & shift

To neutral gear, content to drift

Right to the brink, then turn & wink like

“Ain’t injustice funny?”



But if you hide the gift you’ve got

Down in the ground, you’re bound to rot.

Who’s afraid while the sky’s still sunny?



Flag-eyed vultures spewing spit

Who’ve never known poverty’s pit

On thrones of bloody plunder sit

Shriek: “Take mom off the welfare tit!”

Make her slave to benefit

The marrow-sucking syndicate

Orphans, man, who gives a shit?

They’re raindrops in the ocean.



These leaches of humanity

Lip-service Christ, the sanctity

Of unborn life, of chastity

While date-raping democracy

Hand pick dictators, trash the seas

And cripple infants constantly

With psychopath devotion.



If life is just the bottom line

Don’t act as if it blows yer mind

When bottom feeders’re all ya find

Don’t look up now, the hands of time

Are creeping close to midnight’s chime

Too late, too late to grow a spine

Too late to change the motion.



When it flips, this eclipse

Gonna blow like an apocalypse

Who’s afraid of one more explosion?

I’m in a dream I can’t wake up from

My brain’s alert but my body’s numb

A monkey bangs a battle drum

Upon a doomsday podium

I try to scream. My voice won’t come

As he bullies pandemonium

To the final hour.



The monkey trails a web o’ strings

To monkey trainers in the wings

Whose skull & bones decoder rings

Flash chimp pickpockets into kings

The fat, Free-Market Diva sings

While missiles aim at everything

Except the golden tower.



How can a man who can’t locate

One drop of oil in Texas state

Swagger through the White House gate

Thumb his nose at mankind’s fate

With nobody to speculate

That dad said, “Think cocaine’s a rush, son,

Wait till you try power!



“Coz if you’re loyal, then my boy I’ll

Show you where to find more oil than soil.”

But who’s afraid of some pampered coward?



Show no respect to any law

That calls for ya to stoop or crawl

While whores command the judgment hall

Where peons of payola scrawl

In stone what should be optional

To feed ya to the foaming jaws

Of monopoly masters.



The lords of hypocrisy

Legislate morality

Orchestrate brutality

Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,

All hail the war machinery

But if you wag that flag at me

You’ll fly it at half-mast, sirs.



Every one’s collectin’ stuff.

Can’t isolate our selves enough.

Tuning out. Turning tough.

Diamonds dying in the rough.

Afraid that, if we call the bluff,

We’ll wear the terror tag

And drag our legs around in plaster.



Yes, it’s hard to get enthused,

To leave the zombie zone to be abused.

Who’s afraid to sleep through disaster?



From the moment you appear

It’s one lifelong campaign to smear

Your confidence & make you fear

That it’s a billion bucks from here

Up to where you can join your peers

& not be nerd or geek or queer

Or nervous, God forbid.



Gotta play ball to get paid

Gotta be cool to get laid

Watch the news to stay afraid

The propaganda hit parade

The cattle prod sparks in yer face

Pumping polish, gel & paste

To keep the natural you hid.



Yep, I seen it on tee vee

The chimpanzee can set ya free

From inferiority

BE ~ ALLTHATYOUCANBE

A commerce-driven killing spree

Slaughter foreign families,

We’ll pay your full tuition.



But let me say, loud & true

There ain’t nothin’ wrong with you

Who’s afraid of that slippin’ through, kid?



It’s all about the kids, f’real

Shirley Temple sex appeal

Snake oil peddlers who deal

In images to make ya feel

Immortal. It’s a cinch to steal

From them who never foot the bill.

It’s all good, E-Z Money.



Girl’n’boy bands make ya hum

Already been chewed pabulum

Must-see tee vee ad nauseum

& rap cds that oughta come

With gangsta cards & bubble gum

A drone o’ clones to keep ya numb

& keep ya shoppin’, honey.



While them blessed with a vision gift

A tongue of truth, sharp & swift

To widen or to bridge the rift

Whitewash metaphors & shift

To neutral gear, content to drift

Right to the brink, then turn & wink like

“Ain’t injustice funny?”



But if you hide the gift you’ve got

Down in the ground, you’re bound to rot.

Who’s afraid while the sky’s still sunny?



Flag-eyed vultures spewing spit

Who’ve never known poverty’s pit

On thrones of bloody plunder sit

Shriek: “Take mom off the welfare tit!”

Make her slave to benefit

The marrow-sucking syndicate

Orphans, man, who gives a shit?

They’re raindrops in the ocean.



These leaches of humanity

Lip-service Christ, the sanctity

Of unborn life, of chastity

While date-raping democracy

Hand pick dictators, trash the seas

And cripple infants constantly

With psychopath devotion.



If life is just the bottom line

Don’t act as if it blows yer mind

When bottom feeders’re all ya find

Don’t look up now, the hands of time

Are creeping close to midnight’s chime

Too late, too late to grow a spine

Too late to change the motion.



When it flips, this eclipse

Gonna blow like an apocalypse

Who’s afraid of one more explosion?

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