BIG DOG BLUES
Some say the boppers bopped yesterday
because the Big Dog is gonna have its say,
gonna knock the crap out of the land,
send it flying back to embers and sand.
They need a big bop to control their own,
and a bigger bop for war to be sown,
and I saw in the middle of the sun,
the banksters with dollars and a gun.
And the Lord said thou shall not kill,
on creation's beauty get your fill,
don't hoard and fight and feed your greed,
for this will make the poor world bleed.
But they turned a deaf ear to the good book,
all peace and goodwill they forsook,
to get their hands on the oily gook,
the road to hell they merrily took.
GOLD and SILVER’s got their eyes on you,
on banksters and fraudsters and warmongers too,
watch out before you release war so cruel,
you'll end up eating a murderer's gruel.
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