LYRIC FOR SALE

By Janice Marie Foote

Cannon Fodder...
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Verse 1:
13 years waggin' the fraggin' Vietnam War
MLK was murdered in Memphis April of '68
The Kennedy Brothers had shot their fate
Jaded hippies ramped out peace's back door

Verse 2:
The South was killin' commies North in 'Nam
Back in the USA peace wasn't worth a damn
Leaders were baggin' citizens with burnt lies
War-torn flags slagged off crashed out homes
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Chorus:
The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who want more money, more oil, more land
Their need for more more more is killing us all

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who buy to sell soldiers on a dime
As cardboard cannon fodder for wartime

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who'll kill us in the name of peace, oil and greed
They'll kill us all for their power feed
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Spoken Bridge 1:
What now of this Modern Day Promised Land?
As denizens stood separately disunited by wars
Listening to war hawks dividing them with deceit
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Verse 3:
Stealth bombers of peace flew gray skies
Loomin' fierce over stark patriotic lies
In a mercenary world where greed never dies
Corporate profiteers struck citizens on their knees

Verse 4:
In the gov's quest to keep freemen in line
Iron fists of war punched holes in their peace
Dislimbed soldiers wadin' through blood's lake
Feedin' enemy slices of napalm pound cake
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Chorus:
The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who want more money, more oil, more land
Their need for more more more is killing us all

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who buy to sell soldiers on a dime
As cardboard cannon fodder for wartime

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who'll kill us in the name of peace, oil and greed
They'll kill us all for their power feed
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Spoken Bridge 2:
What now of this Modern Day Promised Land?
Bloodied soldiers who drowned in sands of death
Vultures picking away at their bombed-out flesh
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Verse 5:
Victims of war dancin' on shards of pain
Soldiers dying for pseudo patriotic freedoms
Red rage floodin' through their burstin' veins
Spillin' out for oil over camo'd landmines

Verse 6:
Death's hands creating sculptures of mourning
Out of crimson blood mingling with umber dirt
War's bitter taste lingered upon their ashened lips
While lone soldiers wept for dead brothers in arms
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Chorus:
The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who want more money, more oil, more land
Their need for more more more is killing us all

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who buy to sell soldiers on a dime
As cardboard cannon fodder for wartime

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who'll kill us in the name of peace, oil and greed
They'll kill us all for their power feed
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Spoken Bridge 3:
What remains of this Modern Day Promised Land?
No Medal of Honor pinned upon a dead soldier's limp body
Will keep parents mourning hands from burying their lost children
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Verse 7:
Late day national anthem sung out with wrath
Freedom's flags clung to battle-scarred bodies
Of disavowed vets who died in the streets
Fillin' shallow graves with haunted skeletal remains

Verse 8:
Somber masks of mourning covered war-torn faces
Vying vigilant hands passionately prayed for peace
Destruction sewed sorrow into quilts of regret
Comforting lone survivors of the Vietnam War
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Chorus:
The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who want more money, more oil, more land
Their need for more more more is killing us all

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who buy to sell soldiers on a dime
As cardboard cannon fodder for wartime

The leaders of the world
Are masters of our wars
Who'll kill us in the name of peace, oil and greed
They'll kill us all for their power feed
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Spoken Outro Lyrics:
What remains of this Modern Day Promised Land?
Valhalla's lost angels with crippled wings won't look down
With eyes bloodied and blind to what they've all left behind
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... jmf (c) ...