Here's another song I wrote. Doot doot.




You've got baby Moses in a shopping basket
Floating gently down a conveyor belt,
But don't you know...You can't buy your freedom

You got a lot of guns that you keep in a casket
You aim to go down fighting just before you die,
But I told you man, you ain't gonna need 'em.

(A pacifist is attacking me,
When I fought for him so that he'd be free)

There's blood in the air
Raining down
In the middle of a war
And all you care about
Is that somebody got some blood on your brand new car
(and I'm bored...when do we eat?)

You're like a monkey who's got its hand caught in a jar
But it's better to lose your hand than be thrown into hell
You got busted for your pride and you also wrecked your car
And now you're doing time but you're doing it so well

All around the world, the satellites gaze down on you,
But there's bigger eyes to worry about that watch you too

(An anarchist is now loving me;
he decided to let me set him free)

There's blood in the air
Raining down
In the middle of a war
And all you care about
Is that somebody got some blood on your brand new car
(and I'm bored...when do we eat?)