Your luscious melody soothes me,
Brings me to a place where everything is fine.
When your song is playing, nothing else matters.
Those twelve notes tell me, "just nature’s way of keeping the population in check,"
An excuse to replace spaghetti with China House Buffet instead of supporting a relief effort.
What can we do to help them now, you say?
No moms, no dads.
With only the money required for one Nike T-shirt, a circle of nuns could provide five years of Catholic School for a child.
But, they don’t need Catholic schools; they’re Muslim, Hindu, Taoist, Shinto.
You tell me they’ll be brainwashed into believing in righteousness.
It’s so much easier to play your song and watch the snake dance, watch me dance,
Watch people throw money into your hat;
Much easier to brush the nuns aside and watch children be abducted,
Marketed as "Thirty cents for an overnight with a virgin."
What a bargain.
Helps improve the Indian economy, you say?
Life’s a charm you say?
It’s always okay somewhere:
The Democratic Republic of Congo,
Far better off with their civil war than we were--
More destructive weapons, more troops, better breeding,
Child soldiers
Beaten and kept in a state of terror
Used for planting mines, suicidal attacks,
Babies on their mother’s back, raped by battle,
Fighting because the Mobutu government is unjust--
Snake Charmer,
Make me forget…
Make me ignorant….
Drag me across the water of Lethe…
I don’t want to know or feel…
Brainwash me…
I need to find…
Brainwash me…
I need…
To find…
Need…
Brainwassssss…
