LBJoe - an original song

© 2020

In my days, was no slave, I was a king
With my knights, we would fight and always win

How do you sow the seed of revolution
You take the youth
You take their money
You take their future

You teach them nothing
When you've got nothing
You got everything to lose
And when you're finished
You won't diminish
The flames of raging youth

Under the guise of 47 years
Under the nose of everyone
Hard to believe what we have seen these/this years/year
Hard to forgive what you/we have done

Fanning the fascists of a thousand years
Fanning the fascists of our time
Spreading the lies, the hate, the death and fear
A true definition of a crime

In my time, was no crime to start a war
With my friends, we would dance on your son's corpse