I don't know what we thought we were doing with this one. There are probably two or three decent tunes that could have been assembled from this disjointed pile of song parts, but this is what we had at the time of recording. I seem to have psychologically blocked out what a mind-bending pain in the ass it must have been to learn this song as a band.
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"We sat waiting for the bombs to drop on battened-down basements and boarded up shops. The richest 1% smelled no-bid contracts in the air, while the rest of you just waved your fucking flags. The desert sun was hot that day but not as hot as the burning oil wells and burning hatred in our hearts." Who the fuck are we to sit and leisurely debate their doom from the air-conditioned comfort of a living room? And the images that make it through the filters clearly implicate our policies killers, while pro-war businessmen and fratboys feel a pressing need to pick up signs and add insult to injury. But they might as well be advocating gravity. And in the wings of the Barbara Bush Children's Hospital there is, to the best of my knowledge, no Iraqi burn ward. And I want to kick the teeth out of the smug, shit-eating grins, and I wish I believed in a hell for death-dealing liars to burn in.
The embedded reporters didn't think the embedded shrapnel in an 8-year-old girl's spine was news fit to print. I'm so fucking tired of sage proclamations from comfortable offices; profitable bloodbaths sanitized and tied with bullshit tourniquets. On top of this 500-year-old mountain of bodies and rubble the stench is choking me and the thin air makes it hard to breathe. But people's bodies weren't the only thing that broke when the bombs began to fall; emerging from the smoke came the final coffin-nails in the credibility of La-Z-Boy patriots and poli-sci grad students; cheerleaders for power and privilege. But I'm fucking terrified because if what goes around really comes around then we are all legitimate military targets - you and me, your mom and dad, your pets. And those orphans aren't going to forget who paid for and cheered their parents' deaths.
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