There’s plenty of food, and there’s plenty of money. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. There’s smoke from the hand of the uniformed magician, / Turns his own crimes into another man’s pain. There’s smoke on the land and fire in the streets. There’s smoke on the land and mirrors in the water.
It’s a big ‘ol river and a long way, too. It’s a big ‘ol river so you better get to walking. It’s a big ‘ol river, got mud on the bottom, / Got mud on the bottom, get mud on your shoe.
So if you don’t hear it from this horse’s mouth / Or if it conflicts with what I spit out / Just know it’s fake! / Yeah the worlds amuck with truth-threatening conspiracy theories, foreign propaganda, and the meddlings of Russian secret agents like that albino pederast Julian Ass-ange! // Now my head and my heart were heavy with fear / And his voice continued its assault on my ears / When Providence graciously intervened with a favor / “We interrupt this report with breaking news of Justin Bieber.” / Seems he’s been a bad, bad boy /Driving too fast somewhere round Florida in a black, suped up sports car / Stop the presses boys! What’s that? / Turns out he was wearing women’s underwear at the time?…lace?…looks to be indigo in color…just one string going all the way up…. I think I just saw Edward Bernays laughing doing somersaults in the parking lot of a Ford dealership! // He shouted: “Now listen up friends ‘cause this is important! / There’s unsanctioned news, and it’s spreading like poison. We’re a dee-vided nation of bickering brothers / And though approval has sunk to an all time low / The incumbents have won the majority vote.” / Blow the horn and stamp your feet! / Give me more of these smoke and mirrors. But this man…has…such…beautiful…teeth… // Then he cried: “The Left and Right can’t stand each other. Ah I’d sure like to change the channel. What a fantastic distraction of a circus!” // “And the men hate women and the women hate men / And there’s a battle concerning where a trans can go piss,” / And the small tiny text scrolls beneath his desk / With news of a wedding party blown up in Iraq. “That’s right friends! Big Brother needs to sniff your drawers!” / Well ya never know what might be hiding out in the medicine cabinet at Grannie’s / Might be something terribly holistic or natural or a terrorist or an unsanctioned glass of milk!” // He proceeded to race wars right here at home / How the blacks and the whites can’t get along / How the browns and the reds and the greens and the scarlets / Hate all those yellows and oranges and violets / “Let the Rainbow Wars begin! / And look, Bob, now the gays and the straights are having it out in the streets.
#When i get on my knees it ain't to pray free#
He reminded me of how freedom ain’t free / And ain’t nobody safe unless we let the government see / With a camera on every road and street corner / And an ear in each phone and a nose in each drawer. Gonna win this War On Terror!” / I noticed he didn’t mention all our bombs or coups or drones or secret prisons or CIA or killin’ / They must like them just fine.
#When i get on my knees it ain't to pray tv#
It was a talking head on TV / Ranting and raving and informing me / That woke me from my beautiful slumber / Catching me up on these attacks we’re all under /Yeah the world’s a mess / And here to tell me all about it was a bonafide newsman // He said: “Terrorism is the scourge of our day / And they want us all dead, make no mistake / And if we don’t kill ‘em away over there / They’ll be coming to kill us away over here! / Crossing the border in droves / With sex-crazed Mexi-cans stealing jobs, no less / Time to build a wall!” // And he continued: “Terrorists hate us ‘cause we’re the land of the free / The home of the brave, yeah let freedom ring! / They hate all our churches and movies and music / They hate you for not bowing five times in public. I was awoke last night from a beautiful dream / The world had finally come together it seemed / There were men and women of varied faith and color / Laughing and singing and loving each other / Ah but then I’s awoke / Into what some have dubbed our pseudo-modern age / A real waking nightmare. Well I ain't never seen a ghost in this old house. Now there's blood on the rug and a mother screams The wife's grabs a knife while the devil sings She'll grow up hated but she won't grow old Her husband, the house maid and the devil play. I ain't never seen a ghost in this old house.
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