Mr. President

Great God! What do you see It's falling to the ground The very fabric of our lives Is turning upside down We learn to kill before we read To turn the bastard round We got the means to foil the world Does that mean we got to do it now? Hey Mr. President I really do hope That you don't watch your T.V. And keep your fingers Away from those buttons For me and my family and my friends afar And the ones we haven't met We are aware of your sophisticated toys And the violence they beget We don't approve of the way things are Much less the present set Things gotta change in the next ten years 'Cause we don't intend to buy the farm yet Mr. Prime Minister won't you administer Decrees to decrease the war It really ain't funny when you're Makin' that money from Gore and blood and spillin' his guts And he really doesn't understand why We been fillin' his head with Vicarious dreams, 'bout the paradise In the sky, and if you don't kill him We'll kill you is our insidious reply 'Cause it's gone full circle And returned again And nobody really knows why Hey Mr. Premier won't you take another year To let your people be Elevating, tolerating All that they could be creating