[Last update: 26 January 2005]

Peace Carols and Other Peace Songs

SOA Watch songsheet

Carols to the tune of:

  • Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
  • Silent Night, Holy Night
  • It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
  • Oh Holy Night
  • We Three Kings of Orient Are
  • The First Noel
  • Hark the Herald Angels Sing

  • Deck the Halls
  • We Wish you a Merry Christmas
  • Santa Claus is Coming to Town
  • I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas
  • Jingle Bells
  • Frosty the Snowman
  • Silver Bells
  • God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
  • I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
  • 12 Days of Christmas
  • Winter Wonderland
  • Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer
  • I Saw Three Ships

    Other Songs

  • Peace Not War Compilation CD
  • Back it Up by James blundell
  • In a World Gone Mad by the Beastie Boys
  • Price Of Oil by Billy Bragg [MP3 -- 5.6 MB]
  • International Anthem (tune of God Bless America)
  • Universal Soldier by Buffy Sainte-Marie
  • If You're Happy and You Know it ... Bomb Iraq
  • The Iraqi War Song (or I think I'm Smellin' a Rat Rag) by Country Joe McDonald and Len Horowitz
  • No War Against Iraq
  • War without End, Amen Amen
  • American Dream (We Don't Give a) by System of a Down
  • Jacob's Ladder (Not in My Name) by Chumbawamba
  • From Washington by Mellencamp
  • If You Want to Be President by The Fugs
  • Tin Soldiers and Bushites Coming (tune of Tin Soldiers and Nixon Coming) by

  • Oh Little Town of Bethlehem


    by Lutheran Pastor Rev. Hinchey
    Oh little Town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie;
    Above thy deep and restless sleep, a missile glideth by.
    And over dark streets soundeth the mortar's deadly roar
    While children weep in shallow sleep
    For friends who are no more.
    
    How silently, how silently their hope has gone away.
    No laughter rings; no choir sings in shepherds fields this day.
    The angels in the heavens are hushed in sad lament.
    Messiahs home has been burned down
    By those to whom He was sent.
    
    Oh, sing for holy innocents who hurled a hopeless stone.
    Who ran from tank, who, wounded, sank in gutters all alone.
    Their eyes by bullet blinded, their lungs by gasses burned
    In sad exile, the Holy Child
    Knows Herod has returned.
    
    O Holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray.
    Your love bring down on David's town; Drive fear and hate away.
    Awake the ire of nations, let justice be restored.
    Rebuild the peace in silent streets
    Where once your love was born.
    
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    Oh Little Town of Bethlehem

    O little town of Bethlehem The tanks are rolling by While children run, the soldiers' guns Are making mothers cry Yes in thy dark streets shineth The merciless searchlights The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight How noisily how noisily The shells fall down like rain So fear imparts to human hearts Despair and hopeless pain The children didn't hurt you The grandmas no more so The people bowed with sorrow now Are trampled still more low O conquerors of Bethlehem: Create a new New Year Cast out all hate, and change your fate Set both sides free from fear. Is your goal extermination Or will you change your minds? Will you choose hate, or give a state To those in Palestine? Back to top

    Silent Night, Holy Night

      Silent Night Holy Night, 
      In Fallujah in place of the homes
      Bomb-craters, corpses, and piles of stones.
      Sleep in permanent peace;
      Sleep in permanent peace. 
    
    
      Silent Night Holy Night , 
      Childrens quake at the sight. 
      One-ton bombs from heaven afar, 
      Destroying all in Fallujah; 
      Liberation is come; 
      Liberation is come. 
    
      Silent Night, Holy Night, 
      Shock and Awe, searing light. 
      Radiant explosions lighten the gloom,
      With the dawn of destruction and doom, 
      Bush and Blair, at your war;
      Bush and Blair, at your war.
    
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    Silent Night, Hellish Night

    (To the tune of Silent Night)
      Silent night Hellish night 
      All explodes all is bright 
      'Round yon Iraqi Mother and Child 
      Sanctioned infant so tender and mild 
      Steeped in endless war 
      Steeped in endless war 
    
      Silent night, hellish night, 
      Shepherds quake all in fright. 
      Missiles stream from heaven afar, 
      Imperial hosts sing to hell with ya; 
      All because of  oil; 
      All because of  the oil. 
    
      Silent night, terrible night, 
      Son of  Bush, hate's pure fright. 
      Laser beams for Thy bomb to trace, 
      The dawn of destruction of the human race, 
      No, Not in Our Name 
      No, Not in Our Name.
    
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    Midnight Clear

    (To the tune of It Came upon a Midnight Clear)
    It came upon a midnight clear, 
    that unholy rain of napalms; 
    Killing civilians, destroying homes; 
    We all know Bush loves to throw bombs. 
    
                (chorus type thing) 
    Homeland security, he claims 
    will protect us from "terrorist acts" 
    I think what he really should be named 
    is Big Brother, and that's a fact.
    
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    They'll Bomb Upon A Midnight Clear
    They'll bomb upon a midnight clear As Bush and Cheney foretold It's terrorist they want us to fear Not Oil-men, Enron, or Rove "Peace Now!" We shouted upon deaf ears The House and the Senate just rolled And so it should be to all quite clear Democracy has just been sold But wait, this isn't where our song ends It's really just when it begins For though the government knelt to Bush We'll stand-up without them my friends So raise your voice up in great protest And let them know peace shall prevail Although the bombs may be dropped this night We know that their impact will fail! Back to top

    Oh Lonely Night

    (To the tune of Oh Holy Night
    words by Barb Ballenger)
    Oh lonely night, the stars have stopped their shining
    It is the night that a new war is born.
    Still lies the world in sin and error pining,
    When peace appears it's derided and scorned.
    
    But the chill of hate won't stop the hopeful voice
    That won't celebrate another glorious war.
    Fall on your knees! Rend your finest garments.
    Oh night defiled. Oh night when war is born.
    Oh night defiled, oh night, Oh lonely night.
    
    Surely he taught us to love one another.
    But Christians live like the Christ never came.
    And the Koran, the Bible and the Torah
    Say it's a sin to defile God's name.
    
    But in God's name we take what was not given.
    And in God's name destroy what God has made.
    Fall on your knees! Anoint yourself with ashes.
    Oh night defiled. Oh night when war is born. 
    Oh night defiled, oh night, Oh lonely night.
    
    Oh lonely night, whose stars have stopped their shining,
    We'll stand with you in our vigil for peace.
    Though we are few, with voices raised together
    We will cry out till the violence has ceased.
    And we'll be heard by the light that fills the darkness
    And we'll be helped by a love that will not die.
    Fall on your knees, lift up your hopeful voices,
    Oh night divine, Oh night when hope is born. 
    Oh night divine, Oh night, oh holy night.		
    
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    We Three Thugs a Tribunal Are

    (To the tune of We Three Kings of Orient Are)
    
    We three thugs a tribunal are:
    No law school, no license, no Bar.
    All in secret, none dare speak it:
    When we say "traitor" -- you are!
    
    Ooo-oohhhh
    
    Constitution! Bill of Rights!
    Vanish in the inky night.
    They surveil us, rights will fail us
    In Freedom's dim twilight.
    
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    The First Bombs Fell

    (To the tune of The First Noel)
    The first bombs fell
    On Kabul that night
    Collateral damage, they said was quite light.
    
    They-ey said was quite light,
    The bombs through the night
    The B-52s
    They shed their arc light.
    
    Bombs fell,
    Bombs fell.
    Bombs fell,
    Bombs fell,
    Torn are the lives,
    Of folks where they dwell.
    
    In fields where they lay,
    The cluster bomb spray
    For children to gather,
    In yellow display...
    
    Bombs fell,
    Bombs fell.
    Bombs fell,
    Bombs fell,
    Torn are the lives,
    Of folks where they fell. 
    
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    Hark, Hans Blix Reporting Back

    (To the tune of Hark, the Herald Angels Sing)
    Hark, Hans Blix reporting back
    "WMDs not in Iraq!"
    Claims the dossier that's been filed
    Can't with facts be reconciled.
    Jointly United Nations rise
    Ban invasion from the skies.
    Inter national law proclaims
    There's no case for regime change.
    Hark, Hans Blix reporting back
    "WMDs not in Iraq!"
    
    Hail, the fuhrer Tony Blair
    Hail self-righeousnes with hair.
    Lies and hype to all he brings
    Risen with Empire in his wings.
    Mild he lays legality by
    Backs up Bush so thousands die.
    Claims to bring democracy
    Flaunting his hypocrisy.
    Hark, Hans Blix reporting back
    "WMDs not in Iraq!"
    
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    hthas>Hark the Herald Angels Sing

    Wreck the Town

    (To the tune of Deck the Halls)
    
    Wreck the town with bombs and mortar
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    'Tis the season for a slaughter
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    Don we now our gay flack-jackets
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    Hoping for some rich pay packets
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    
    See the blazing town before us
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    Strike again with tanks in chorus
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    Follow now the merry measure
        Fala-lala-la lala lala!
    While we sing of oil-field treasure
        Fala-lala-la lala jihad!
    
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    We Wish you a Merry Christmas

    We wish you a merry Christmas
    We wish you a merry Christmas
    We wish you a merry Christmas
    And a happy New Year!
    
    The future is black
    For folk in Iraq
    But we wish you a merry Christmas,
    And a happy New Year!
    
    Now bring us some pillaged goodies
    Now bring us some pillaged goodies
    Now bring us some pillaged goodies
    And bring some out here!
    
    For we all like our pillaged goodies
    For we all like our pillaged goodies
    For we all like our pillaged goodies
    So bring them out here!
    
    And we won't go until we get some
    And we won't go until we get some
    And we won't go until we get some
    So bring them out here!
    
    The future is black
    For folk in Iraq
    But we wish you a merry Christmas,
    And a happy New Year!
    
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    John Ashcroft is Running Your Town

    (To the tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town
    words by Barb Ballenger)
    You better not shout,
    or raise an outcry,
    or try to dissent
    I'm telling you why:
    John Ashcroft is running your town.
    
    He's making a list
    with all sorts of names.
    And if you're on it
    then you'll be detained.
    John Ashcroft is running your town.
    
    He sees you when you're sleeping;
    he knows if you're awake;
    He knows if you're a citizen,
    so be one for goodness sake.
    
    You better not call
    for peace and justice
    Or you will be labeled
    a terrorist.
    John Ashcroft is running your town.
    
    He's keeping us safe,
    and fighting the fight.
    There's nothing to lose
    but our civil rights
    John Ashcroft is running your town.
    
    He hears you when you're speaking
    upon the telephone
    He's sorting through your e-mail
    and he knows when you're alone.
    
    You better not shout,
    or raise an outcry
    or try to dissent
    I'm telling you why:
    John Ashcroft is running your town.
    Oh John Ashcroft is running your town.
    Yes John Ashcroft is running your town.
    
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    John Ashcroft is ComingTown

    (To the tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town
    words by John Deering cartoon)
    
    You'd better watch out;
    You'd better not cry;
    You'd better not pout; I'm tellin' you why:
    John Ashcroft is comin' to town.
    
    He's making a list
    Checking it twice,
    Gonna find out who's naughty and nice.
    John Ashcroft is comin' to town.
    
    He sees you when you're sleeping;
    The camera's down the hall.
    He knows if you've been bad or good
    'Cause the mike is in the wall!
    
    He's tapping your phone,
    Reading your mail,
    He's gonna put your heinie in jail;
    John Ashcroft is coming to town. 
    
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    Santa Bush

    (Tune: Santa Claus is coming to town)
    We had a tax cut, and now we're in debt. 
    Who'll get more cuts—yes, the jet set. 
    Santa Bush is coming to town. 
    
    He's got donor lists, he's checking 'em twice. 
    He's gonna find out we're naughty, they're nice. 
    Santa Bush is coming to town. 
    Won't spend on education, 
    Won't spend it for our health. 
    He'll spend it on Iraqi war 
    And subsidize big wealth. 
    You better not cry, you better not pout, 
    Big oil's in, social need's out. 
    Santa Bush is coming, 
    Santa Bush is coming, 
    Santa Bush is coming to town! 	
    
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    Santa Doesn't Like War Toys

    (Tune: Santa Claus is coming to town)
    You'd better watch out, you'd better not buy
    Toys for the kids that are violent, oh my!
    Teaching war is not good for kids.
    Santa says "no" to tanks and to guns,
    Lego's and blocks can be much more fun.
    
    Killing isn't healthy for kids.
    The reindeer all cooperate 
    As they fly on their way,
    We can teach our kids to do the same
    And have a happy holiday, so.....
    
    You'd better watch out, you'd better not buy
    Toys for the kids that are violent, oh my!
    Teaching war is not good for kids.
    It's time that we decided
    To put an end to war.
    
    So the children of Iraq can play
    And dance and laugh once more.
    Oh, you'd better watch out, you'd better not buy
    Toys for the kids that are violent, oh my!
    Teaching war is not good for kids.
    
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    I'm Dreaming of a Just & Peaceful Christmas

    (to the tune of White Christmas
    words by Dan Bacher & others)
    I'm dreaming of a Just Christmas
    Where nukes and missiles are no more
    Where the CIA is hauled away
    And our leaders don't bomb foreign shores
    
    I'm dreaming of Just Christmas
    Where Bush no longer rules our land
    Where our only fight is for human rights
    And space weapons are all banned.
    
    I'm dreaming of a Just Christmas
    Where sweatshops are forever banned
    Where the Christmas toys for little girls and boys
    Area all made by union hands
    
    I'm dreaming of a Just Christmas
    Where we all make a living wage
    Where health care for all both big and small
    Is found throughout the world stage
    
    I'm dreaming of a peaceful Christmas
    One where the bombs of war are still,
    Where the children are living
    And we're not giving them toy guns and teaching them to kill....
    
    I'm dreaming of a peaceful Christmas
    Here and in lands so far away,
    For our days to be merry and bright
    We must all say "No" to war tonight.
    
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    Jingle Bells

    Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way!
    O what fun it is to bomb,
          in an indiscriminate way!
    
    Dashing through the town,
          to burn and maim and slay,
    Smashing buildings down,
          laughing all the way!
    Guns and mortars ring, 
          killing all in sight,
    What fun it is to ride and sing
          a slaying song tonight!
    
    Oh! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way!
    O what fun it is to bomb,
          in an indiscriminate way!
    
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    No War Toys

    (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
    Chorus:  No war toys, no war toys
                  underneath the tree
    	Desert storm and red alert
                  are not the toys for me.   [repeat]
    
    Dashing through the stores
       on our Christmas shopping spree
    War toys piled high
       falling down on me.
    I hope that I can find
          some peaceful toys for me
    So all the kids can learn to play
          in peaceful harmony.  [repeat chorus]
    
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    GI Joe

    (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
    GI Joe, don't you know, War is not the way?
    War toys only teach our kids the violent way to play.
    Oh! GI Joe, don't you know,  War is not the way?
    Let's teach our kids to live in peace 'cause killing's not okay.
    
    Little kids will learn by what their parents do,
    So when you buy their toys, it's really up to you....
    If you buy them guns, you teach them how to kill,
    But violence is not a game and we have had our fill. 
    
    GI Joe, don't you know, War is not the way?
    War toys only teach our kids the violent way to play.
    Oh! GI Joe, don't you know, War is not the way?
    Let's teach love and peace instead by what we buy today.
    
    You can buy them books, and dolls and cars that run.
    There's lots of things that you can get, but they don't need a gun!
    You can give them hugs and teach them how to play
    So they'll grow up all safe and sound and not get blown away! 
    
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    Liberty Bell (Shot to Hell)

    (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
    Haul them off to jail!
    The new "American Way"!
    Not through the courts they'll go!
    No habeas corpus stay!
    
    Their future won't look bright!
    They'll spend more than one night!
    Their crime? Just being "foreign"...
    Perhaps not being white!
    
    (Chorus)
    
    Ohhh...
    
    Liberty Bell shot to hell
    Freedom doesn't ring!
    We've come to shout a warning
    Before we cannot sing!
    
    Help!!
    
    Liberty Bell shot to hell!
    Freedom doesn't ring!
    Our freedoms are in danger!
    And who made George Bush king!?
    
    According to reports,
    You're tried in secret courts
    Protections thrown away,
    In jail your ass will stay!
    
    They'll come and get you yet,
    You "national security threat"
    For coming to this country!
    A crime, you say? You bet!!
    
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    Jingle Bombs

    (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
    Jingle Bombs 
    Jingle bombs, Jingle bombs, Jingle all the way,
    Disobey the USA, We'll blow you away, hey!	
    
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    Jingle All the Way

    You're eating up our lies and dashing to the stores Then all our prices rise and how the money pours If we don't keep you drugged and watching your TV You might see the hypocrisy then where would business be? Profits here, profits there, profits everywhere Christmas time is funny, we smell money in the air Advertise, glamorize, fool you with a flair. Let's make sure that Christmas is a businesslike affair. We'll tell you how to think and tell you what to try What to eat and drink and how to live and die And if our plan succeeds, when Christmas-time is nigh Instead of seeking love and peace you'll hunt for gifts to buy Back to top

    Billy the Bomber

    (To the tune of Frosty the Snowman
    words by Jim Misak)
    Billy the bomber
    Thought that dropping bombs was swell.
    When the general said he could join the war,
    He would serve the army well.
    
    Billy the bomber,
    With strategic target set,
    To defend our nation's interests
    Off to drop his bomb he went.
    
    But when he saw the kids below
    In need of homes and food,
    He thought that blowing kids away
    Was more than he could do.
    
    So, Billy the peace plane
    Traded bombs for food and aid,
    And the children played all around his plane
    And were glad that Billy came.
    
    Zoomedy zoom zoom, zommedy zoom
    Billy's not a war plane now.
    Zoomedy zoom zoom, zoomedy zoom
    Billy peace plane, take a bow.
    
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    Fight The War

    (To the tune of Silver Bells; words by Jim Misak)
    In the U.S., there's recession,
    In Afghanistan there's war,
    In the air, there's no feeling of Christmas;
    
    Factories closing, markets dozing,
    Unemployment lines grow,
    And from government leaders you'll hear:
    
    Fight the war, tax the poor,
    Sacrifice is patriotic.
    But if you're rich, or business big,
    Tax breaks will be your reward.
    
    Bush and Cheney, Condoleeza,
    Powell and Rumsfeld all know,
    War distracts people from their own misery.
    
    Says John Ashcroft, can't be too soft,
    Bring the terrorists to heel.
    Bill of Rights be damned, we'll find them all.
    
    Fight the war, tax the poor,
    Sacrifice is patriotic.
    But if you're rich, or business big,
    Tax breaks will be your reward.
    
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    Buy and Sell

    (To the tune of Silver Bells
    words by Erica Avery)
    City Sidewalks busy sidewalks 
    lined with advertising 
    It's the big retail season of Christmas 
    Children begging for each new thing 
    toys for mile after mile 
    and the mood of the season is clear 
    
    Chorus:
    Buy and Sell (Buy and Sell) 
    Buy and Sell (Buy and Sell)
    It's Christmas time for consumers 
    Ching-a-ching (Ching-a-ching)
    Cash registers ring (Cash registers ring)
    Must we spend Christmas this way? 
    
    Maxing credit, running debits
    buying things we don't need
    with money we don't really have
    Children crying, parents sighing
    no time for family
    and the reason behind it is clear 
    
    Chorus
    
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    God Rest Ye People of Iraq

    (To the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen)
    God rest you, people of Iraq,
    Let nothing you dismay!
    Remember Bush and Tony Blair
    Have put Saddam away
    To save your soul's fro Saddam's power
    When he had gone astray.
    
    Chorus:
    Oh Bombings of Sho-ock and Awe,
         Shock and Awe!
    Oh Bombings of Sho-ock and Awe!
    
    From Bush the world dictator,
    The blessed bombers came;
    And unto Baghdad's citizens
    Brought death, disease, and shame;
    So that in everyone was born
    A hatred of his name.
    
    Chorus
    
    "Fear not then" said his poodle,
    "Let nothing you afright!
    This day brings liberation.
    Your future now is bright,
    To free all those who trust in us
    From Saddam's power and might.
    
    Chorus
    
    The Iraqis at those tidings
    Rejoic-ed much in mind.
    Until they saw these promises
    Were just a load of wind.
    All turned to Bedlam straightaway
    No hope of peace to find.
    
    Chorus
    
    And when the saw the Bedlam --
    The price they'd have to pay --
    They realized they'd been lied to
    The troopw were here to stay.
    Then all Iraqis kneeling down
    Unto Allah did pray:
    
    Stop the Bombings of Sho-ock and Awe,
         Shock and Awe!
    Stop the Bombings of  Sho-ock and Awe!
    
    
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    Slow down Ye Frantic Shoppers

    (To the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen)
    Slow down ye frantic shoppers for there's something we must say
    If you would spare a moment all the stores would go away
    Big business has been telling us what Christmas means today
    
    Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
    Yes it's time we decided for ourselves. 
    
    To some folks Christmas means a time for gathering with friends
    And enemies might take it as a time to make amends
    But TV says it's time for pricey gifts and selfish ends
    
    Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
    Yes it's time we decided for ourselves. 
    
    Some people feel that Christmas is when Jesus makes a call
    For others it's a time to stress good will and peace to all
    But advertisers tell us it means Santa's at the mall 
    
    Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
    Yes it's time we decided for ourselves.
    
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    Evil Evildoers Must Die

    (To the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen)
    Oh, calm down, silly people, 
    don't get so darned dismayed
    Don't mind the gov'ment taking 
    All our rights away
    We'll prob'ly never notice it
    Who needs rights anyway
    O evil evil doers must die, must die
    O evil evil doers must die
    
    You know you're not a criminal,
    no more so am I
    Those folks that they are locking up
    Must be some awful guys
    We know they're bad, who needs a trial
    Just fry them and good-bye 
    O evil evil doers must die, must die
    O evil evil doers must die
    
    What's that, the door's a-knockin',
    I wonder who is there?
    The FBI? There's some mistake, 
    something's gone wrong, I swear!
    You can't do that- you can't send me
    right to the 'lectric chair! 
    O evil evil doers must die, must die
    O evil evil doers must die
    
    "No more free country, buddy-
    we took that all away
    You thought it wouldn't apply to you 
    so we had a field day
    You gave to the wrong charity 
    now you have got to pay" 
    O evil evil doers must die, must die
    O evil evil doers must die
    
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    U.S. Money Aided Taliban

    (To the tune of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus; words by Jim Misak)
    U. S. money aided Taliban,
    Now we say that Taliban are bad.
    Executions stain the soil,
    Under burkas women toil;
    But Taliban were not so bad when Unocal sought oil.
    
    And CIA helped train bin Laden's men,
    Now we say bin Laden's men are mad.
    What a hope there would have been,
    For peace in Afghanistan,
    Had we not sent military aid at all.
    
    U.S. weapons manufacturers,
    Sell their arms to friend and foe alike.
    Once Saddam was our friend,
    Now the sanctions have no end.
    But "Made In U.S. A." is stamped on tanks and rifle ends.
    
    And U.S. media manufacturers
    Hide these dealings neatly from our sight.
    But a hope there still could be,
    For peace and security,
    If we live our "no" to war and might.
    
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    12 Days of Fascism

    (To the tune of 12 Days of Christmas)
    On the twelfth day of fascism
    John Ashcroft gave to me
    Twelve digital implants
    Eleven years protesting
    Ten less amendments
    Nine internment camps
    Eight surveillance cameras
    Seven TIPsters tipping
    Six snoops a-sniffing
    Five Carnivores
    Four airport friskings
    Three wiretappings
    Two detained Muslims
    And a Department of Homeland Security
    
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    Consumer Wonderland

    (To the tune of Winter Wonderland
    words by Erica Avery)
    The TV's on / are you watching?
    Another product / that they're hawking
    one more thing you need
    to make life complete
    Welcome to Consumer Wonderland 
    
    In the stores / you will hear it
    "Pricey gifts / show holiday spirit"
    That's what they call it
    to get to your wallet
    Welcome to Consumer Wonderland 
    
    At the mall we can go out shopping
    and buy lots of stuff we can't afford
    we'll have lots of fun with our new toys
    until we realize that we're still bored 
    
    When you shop / ain't it thrilling
    until / you get the billing
    the money you still owe the stuff broke long ago
    Welcome to Consumer Wonderland.
    
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    Uh Oh, We're in the Red, Dear

    (To the tune of Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer)
    Uh oh we're in the red, dear
    On our credit card it shows
    Christmas is almost over
    But the debit line still grows
    
    Shopping like Santa's zombies
    Sent our budget down in flames
    But all our Christmas spirit
    Helped the giant retail chains 
    
    I'm so foggy Christmas Eve
    Wondering how we'll pay
    Christmas doesn't seem so bright
    When our finances are tight 
    
    So here's a plan for next year
    Let's forget the shopping spree
    Let's give a gift of love, so
    All our Christmas gifts are free
    
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    I Saw The Bombs

    (To the tune of I Saw Three Ships )
    I saw the bombs come raining down
    In Ramadan,
    In Ramadan.
    I saw the bombs come raining down
    In Ramadan
    On my village.
    
    The people at the Pentagon
    Denied and lied,
    Denied and lied.
    Those liars at the Pentagon
    Denied it ever happened.
    
    I heard George Bush on radio
    On Saturday,
    On Saturday,
    Said, "Evil knows no holiday,"
    On Saturday
    In his broadcast.
    
    And now I know that he was right;
    Oh, I agree,
    Yes, I agree.
    The evil bombs they dropped at night
    Were holiday gifts
    For my village.
    
    I saw the bombs come raining down
    In Ramadan,
    In Ramadan.
    I saw the bombs come raining down
    Where once there was
    My village. 
    
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    Other Peace Songs

    International Anthem
    by the Therapy Sisters
    (To the tune of God Bless America)

    God bless the Planet Earth
    Land where we live
    Stand beside us and guide us
    Help us learn how to love and forgive.
    From the Holy Land to Afghanistan
    From the Andes up to Nome,
    God bless the Planet Earth
    May all God's children have a home
    God bless the Planet Earth
    Our home sweet home
    
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    Universal Soldier

    by Buffy Sainte-Marie
    He's five foot two and he's six feet four
    He fights with missiles and with spears.
    He's all of thirty one, and he's only seventeen,
    He's been a soldier for a thousand years.
    
    He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
    A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew
    And he knows he shouldn't kill
    And he knows he always will,
    Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you.
    
    And he's fighting for Canada,
    he's fighting for France,
    He's fighting for the U.S.A,,
    And he's fighting for the Russians, 
    and he's fighting for Japan
    And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.
    
    And he's fighting for democracy,
    he's fighting for the Reds,
    He says it's for the peace of all.
    He's the one who must decide
    Who's to live and who's to die,
    And he never sees the writing on the wall.
    
    But without him 
    how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau ?
    Without him Caesar would have stood alone.
    He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war,
    And without him all this killing can't go on.
    
    He's the universal soldier, and he really is to blame
    His orders come from far away no more
    They come from here and there, and you and me,
    And brothers, can't you see,
    This is not the way we'll put the end to war. 
    
    
    

    Bomb Iraq

    (To the tune of If You're Happy and You Know It )
    Other versions at: http://www.legitgov.org/humor_george_w_fight_song_092802.html
    
    If the corporate scandal's growin', bomb Iraq.
    And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq
    If the smoking gun ain't smoking
      We don't care, and we're not joking.
    That Saddam will soon be croaking'.  Bomb Iraq
    
    Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
    From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
      So to hell with the inspections;
      Let's look tough for the elections;
    Close your mind and take directions, bomb Iraq.
        -- alternate:
      If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
      If we think someone has dissed us, bomb Iraq.
        So to hell with the inspections,
        Let's look tough for the elections,
      Close your mind and take directions, bomb Iraq.
     
    If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
    If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
      If the terrorists are frisky,
      Pakistan is looking shifty,
    North Korea is too risky,
    Bomb Iraq.
    
    
    It's "pre-emptive non-aggression", bomb Iraq.
    Let's prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq.
      They've got weapons we can't see,
      And that's good enough for me	[ And that's all the proof we need, ]
    'Cos it's all the proof I need	[ If they're not there, they must be, ] 
    Bomb Iraq.
    
    If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
    If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
      If you think Saddam's gone mad,
      With the weapons that he had,
    (And he tried to kill your dad),
    Bomb Iraq.
    
    If your corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq.
    If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq.
      If your politics are sleazy,
      And hiding that ain't easy,
    And your manhood's getting queasy,
    Bomb Iraq.
    
    Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq.
    For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq.
      Disagree? We'll call it treason,
      Let's make war not love this season,
    Even if we have no reason,
    Bomb Iraq.
    
    
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    No War Against Iraq

    
    1. THE DRUMS OF WAR ,ARE BEATING LOUD,
        YET VOICES ARE HEARD ABOVE THE CROWD,
        CALLING FOR PEACE IN THIS WORLD,
        THE BANNER OF PROTEST IS UNFURLED.
    
    CHORUS:
        SAVE THE PEOPLE OF IRAQ,
        FROM THE WARMAKERS ATTACK,
        TELL THE POLITICIANS--WE DONT WANT THEIR WAR.
        SAVE THE PEOPLE OF IRAQ,
        PUSH THE WAR MACHINE BACK,
        TELL BUSH--WE WONT LET HIM KILL AGAIN.
    
    2.  FOR 12 YEARS, A PEOPLE UNDER SIEGE,
         FROM SANCTIONS AND BOMBING THAT NEVER CEASED,
        2 MILLION DEAD GHOSTS SHOUTING LOUD,
        TO STOP THE SENSELESS WAR RIGHT NOW.
    
    3.  SEND A CRY ACROSS THIS LAND,
         FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE,THE PEOPLE STAND,
        TELL THE WARMAKERS IN WASHINGTON,
        THAT THEIR DAYS OF VIOLENCE ARE DONE.
    
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    War without End, Amen Amen

    http://www.fbirecords.com/welcomehome/amenamen.htm
    [Real Player  mp3]
    
    the president looked in the camera today
    and these were the words that he said
    "we have sources of intelligence"
    but it's clear that they're not in his head
    he said that he's praying for guidance
    to help him to do what is right
    well he may be hearing voices but i doubt that it is god
    that keeps on a telling him 'fight, george fight'
    
    chorus:
    we've been told we should watch what we do and we say
    only traitors would dare to dissent
    but i've no plans to shut up or join the refrain
    for war without end amen, amen
    
    at breakfast he prayed for forgiveness and strength
    but offered no plans to repent
    by lunch he was planning destruction again
    and how many more troops will be sent
    but god knows that he killed his own people
    and his plans are a threat to world peace
    he has weapons that cause mass destruction
    and that stockpile he plans to increase
    chorus:
    
    the pentagon outlined their new battle plan
    to lob 400 missiles a day
    to create the effect that hiroshima had
    and leave no place in baghdad that's safe
    to hell with geneva conventions
    that prohibit such criminal schemes
    it's terror when someone else sets off a bomb
    but destroying whole towns is just foreign policy
    chorus:
    
    the world it is growing more tired each day
    with this incessant lusting for war
    and the reasons that just keep on changing
    to explain what the fighting is for
    while the public relations firms work overtime
    to sell us this grand killing spree
    make no mistake when it's all said and done
    they will have set that iraqi oil free
    chorus
    
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    Jacob's Ladder (Not In My Name)

    by Chumbawamba
    
    chumbawamba.tv/media/Chumbawamba-Jacobs_Ladder-NotInMyName.mp3
    [MP3]
    
    Like the sermon on the mountain says: dumber got dumb 
    Hellfire and brimstone swapped for oil and guns 
    When we're pushing up daisies we all look the same 
    In the name of the Father, maybe - but not in my name 
    
    On this 
    Jacob's Ladder, the only way up is down 
    One step from disaster, two to make the higher ground 
    Jacob's Ladder 
    
    A million lifetimes left dying in the sun 
    In the streets down in Whitehall... dog's picking at the bones 
    9/11 got branded, 9/11 got sold 
    There'll be no-one left to water all the seeds you sowed 
    
    On this 
    Jacob's Ladder, the only way up is down 
    One step from disaster, two to make the higher ground 
    Jacob's Ladder 
    
    © Chumbawamba 2002 
    
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    If You Want to Be President

    by The Fugs
    
    If you want to be President
    A very long while
    Be sure you invade
    A very small isle
    For if it is tiny
    And it's soldiers are few
    They'll never make
    A fool out of you
    
    You may kill with impunity
    Kill for a lark
    If the color of your victims
    Is rather dark
    And all of the Americans
    Will love you too
    If the total dead Americans
    Is rather few
    
    But when the numbers mount up
    As they did in Vietnam
    Then you could be
    In a big political jam
    So invade a tiny island
    Where the soldiers are naive
    And leave Nicaragua
    To the mercenaries
    
    And always kill people
    For their own good
    Ban meetings, censor papers
    For Libertyhood
    Postpone the elections
    That you said you sought
    For what if the results
    Are not what they ought?
    
    Protect all Americans
    Kill a lesser breed
    It's the black man's burden
    It's your blood lust that you feed
    Old soldiers never die
    They only kill
    And movie stars with general's bars
    They fill the corporate till
    
    Someone else's suffering
    It's int'resting to see
    You can watch it every night
    On CBS or NBC
    Though we can only have
    One nuclear war
    Well 1,2,3 Vietnams
    We can have even more
    
    So if you want to stay President
    A very long while
    Be sure you invade
    A tiny tiny isle
    For if it's small enough
    And it's soldiers very few
    It can never make
    A fool out of you...
    (I think)
    
    
    
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    Tin Soliders and Bushites Coming

    by David Venhuizen
      (With apologies to Neil Young )
    
    Tin soldiers and Bushites coming
    They're finally on their own
    This spring they hear the drummin'
    Twelve dead in old Mosul
    
    Gotta get down to it
    Soldiers are gunning them down
    Shoulda been done long ago
    What if you knew them and
    Found them dead on the ground
    How can you turn away and go
    
    Back to your sitcoms and Survivor
    All your meaningless TV shows
    You know it can happen here too
    Kent State wasn't that long ago
    
    
    


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