A champagne socialist reflects on Western culture and the Universe... and whilst gazing at his navel, he comes up with a lot of useless lint. It is the fruits of this navel-gazing that form the substance of this blog.
Published on July 8, 2007 By Champas Socialist In Politics
The Middle Eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Todd River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Well Bush don’t understand what I’m tryin’ to say
If he calls that freedom they should commit him today
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with all Iraq in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
But what else can I do but keep protestin' and votin'
You keep twistin' the truth, cos you don’t believe in regulation.
Or even freedom of information legislation
And workin' 24 hours won’t bring innovation
When human respect is disintegratin’
And human rights are just disappearin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the poverty there is in Red China
Then take a look around in our own outback
You may leave here for 40 years in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbour, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

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