Carols to the tune of:
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. Back to top-------------------------------- 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 topOh Little Town of Bethlehem
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. Back to topSilent 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. Back to top
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. Back to top------------------------------------------------------- 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
They'll Bomb Upon A Midnight Clear
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. Back to top
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. Back to top
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. Back to top
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!" Back to top
hthas>Hark the Herald Angels SingWreck 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! Back to topWe 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! Back to topJohn 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. Back to top
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. Back to top-------------------------------------------------------
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! Back to top-------------------------------------------------------
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. Back to top
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. Back to top
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! Back to top-----------------------------------------
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] Back to top-----------------------------------------
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! Back to top-----------------------------------------
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!! (Chorus) Back to top-----------------------------------------
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! Back to top----------------------------------------- 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
Jingle All the Way
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. Back to topFight 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. Back to top-----------------------------------------
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 Back to top
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! Back to top---------------------------
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. Back to top---------------------------
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 Back to top
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. Back to top
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 Back to top
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. Back to top
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 Back to top
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. Back to top
Other Peace Songs
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 Back to top
Universal Soldier
by Buffy Sainte-MarieHe'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.------ Back to top
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. === For downloads or to listen click here Back to top
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 Back to top
Jacob's Ladder (Not In My Name)
by Chumbawambachumbawamba.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 Back to top
If You Want to Be President
by The FugsIf 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) Back to top
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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