BY JAY WELLER
THOSE DRONES, ARE A FLYIN’ UP THERE, IN THE SKY
THERE IN THE WINDOW, WITH A TELESCOPE EYE
THE RIVER IT RACE, AND IT POPS, AND IT RUNS
LIKE A KNIFE IN THE NIGHT, OR THE FLASH OF A GUN
OLD BITTY SHE DROPS , AND SHE DRIPS, AND SHE DROOLS
LIKE THE SCATTER-BRAIN KIDS, ON MEDS THERE IN SCHOOL
AND THE JESTER, HE PLAYS, A SEPUCRAL BEAT
AS A LITTER OF SLAVES, LAY DOWN AT HIS FEET
MAN IN THE WOODS, WITH THE MACHETE, RUN BLOODY
CAMOFLAGE SUIT, ALONG WITH THE MONEY
NOW, THAT’S WHEN THE FOLKS, IN THE CIA (ee)
MEET THE PRIVATE DICK, THAT STARES OUT AT THE SEA
AN’ THOSE DRONES, ARE A FLYIN’, UP THERE IN THE SKY
THERE IN THE WINDOW, WITH A TELESCOPE EYE
SO HERE IS THE NEWS ,BROUGHT HERE, QUITE CLEAR (clare)
DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE, WHAT YOU’RE BREATHING IS AIR?
SO, THERES PRINCES ON HORSES, AND SHEIKS IN KUWAIT
WHERE DALITS AND COOLIES, ARE PAID FOR IN FREIGHT
HERE,THE GOVERNA’ CLAIMS, ALL THE THINGS, THAT YOU SAVE
WITH HALF OF YOUR PAY, DON’T THAT MAKE YOU A SLAVE?
WHILE YOU STRUGGLE AND TOIL, SACRIFICE, AND YOU SCRIMP
NO TIME FOR ALARM, OR SUICIDE OF THE SHRIMP
AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME
LIKE ARMIES IN LINE, ON TO BABYLON
NOW, HILLARY RAVES, SHE IS GI JANE
DODGED BOMBINGS IN BOSNIA, SHOT AT BY PLANES
BIN LADEN, IRAQ, IRAN, AND NOW, ISIS
THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS, WHEN YOU MANUFACTURE A CRISIS
AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME
LIKE ARMIES IN RAGE, ON TO BABYLON
AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME
LIKE ARMIES IN RAGE, ON TO BABYLON
BUT, TO ALL OF THESE THINGS, I SAY WITH A SHRUG
‘CAUSE I’M MADE OUT OF SUNSHINE, AND COVERED IN BUGS
YEA, MADE OUT OF SUNSHINE, AND COVERED IN BUGS
BUT, I ASK YOU AGAIN AND MAKE IT, QUITE CLEAR
DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE, WHAT YOUR BREATHING IS AIR?