Bone Orchard - Race War - 1992

Ⓒ 1990 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992

Rough mix of a track from band's unfinished, unreleased second record, "Lunatic Fringe".

All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing").

I read it in the papers, I see it on TV,
I see it in the way that you're looking back at me.
How your sense of justice is not so color-blind,
And to raise that flag of color is the mark of a crippled mind

Looking for a race war, yeah, I say race war.
Does it really matter whose guts you're gonna splatter?
With your race war, yeah, I say race war.
Yeah, it's human treason to ignore the voice of reason.

I see it in your videos, I hear it in your songs,
The rising call to arms, yeah, everybody tag along.
I hear it from your leaders, their incoherent babble,
Cock your weapons, gentlemen, and let those sabers rattle!

You're looking for a race war, yeah, I say race war.
Yeah you want your cake and want to burn it too
With your race war, yeah, I say race war.
That's one party I won't attend.

Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh,
Join the rage, yeah, it's all the rage,
Everybody's looking to join the rage.
Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh,
Run for cover, hit the ground,
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

I hear it from your Farrakhan, Hitler, and Ku Klux Klan.
Ride the wave of ignorance, drown the man inside the man.
Reduce him to a color, a pigment of his imagination'
Light his fuse and set him loose, let him burn down this damn nation!

With your race war, yeah, I say race war,
Are you really sure of what you're fighting for?
With your race war, yeah, I say race war,
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down

Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh,
Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh,
Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh,
Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh.