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Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote a while back. I took a copy to a local public radio station but I guess they did not want to air it for fear of the consequenses. They rely almost completely on public donations and alot of people out here in the Dallas-Fort Worth area still support Bush and his policies. I knew when I wrote this song that some would love it and some would hate it. Because of the political nature of the lyrics and because I have no video made as of this date I'm posting in GD. When I get a video done I'll post it in the Musician's Group with the appropriate cross links. DU'ers may share this as they wish.
First Your Money...(Then Your Clothes) Lyrics And Music By James F. Miller
After 9-11 when the towers came down Uncle Sammy got up and he looked around. said "Boys we got to go into Afghanistan." and we all agreed to the very last man.
So we packed up and went to Khyber Pass to find Osama Bin-Ladin and kick the Talibans ass, but George and Dick and Paul, they wanted more, they wanted their own little holy war.
Yeah they wanted ol' Saddam so friggin bad that they blew the best chance that we ever had to show the world the wisdom of American ways and that's how we got where we are today.
But that's how it goes and God only knows
Yeah they're dyin' for Exxon, they're dyin' for Gulf, they're dyin' for B.P. and if that's not enough they're dyin' for George and Dick and ol' Paul too they're dyin' for me, and yes they're dyin' for you.
And you can take all of Iraq and wrap it up in our flag as the heros come home in their body bags all the wasted lives, the tears and the blood just how the hell can that be any good?
But that's how it goes and God only knows
I'd like to see Dubya on a drillin' rig floor see him pull 8 hours maybe pull 8 more it's where my Grandpa died, some good friends too. And we all had pride in what we used to do
we busted our asses gettin' oil from the ground then our jobs dried up when the price went down and Regan sold us out for Kuwati Gold all the drillers I knew died poor and old.
But that's how it goes...First your money then your clothes
Are my words treason? Some might say so, let em say what they will because they don't know they all get what they think from some fat pill head who will never pick a weapon up or end up dead.
And all the chicken hawks send the troops out to die while they sit on their ass at home safe and dry then they all parade around with their stripes and stars in their bomb-proof building and their bullet-proof cars.
Get their automatic raises and their pension plans that we paid for with the blisters on our hands then they put out their sound bites spin their big lies and we get the best government that bribes can buy...
But that's how it goes, first your money then your clothes
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