It all seemed so idiotic all the accusations of unpatrioticnThe fall we'll always remember, capitulating silencenElection November before the winternOf the long hot summernSomewhere in the desertnWe raised the oil pressurenAnd waited for the weathernTo get much betternFor the new wind to blow in the stormnWe tried to remember the history in the regionnThe French foreign legion, Imperialism,nPeter O'Toole and hate the AyatollahnWere all we learned in schoolnNot that we gave Hussein five billionnNot of our new bed partner the SyriannAnd of course no mention of the Palestine situationnIt was amazing how they steamrollednThey said eighty percent approvalnBut there was no one that I knew pollednNo one had a reason for being in the GulfnWe waited for congress to speak up illegal build upnBut no one would wake upnOur representatives were Milli Vanilli'snFor corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly HillbilliesnWith perfect timingnThe politicians rhyming their sentimentsnSo nicely oil gold and sandnMy sediments preciselynWe regretfully support the lunacynI'm afraid there is no time for more scrutinynNational unity preserve our communitynTeflon© election opportunitiesnWere in profundant abundancennOn January second the Bush administrationnAnnounced a recession had strickennThe Nation the highest quarterlynEarnings in ten years were postednBy ChevronnMeanwhile a budget was placed in our handsnAs the deadline in the sand came to an endnSo much for the peace dividendnOne billion a day is what we spentnAnd our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the endnWhen schools are unfundednAnd kids don't get their diplomasnThey get used for gun boat diplomacynDisproportionatelynBlack or brown we seenBullet catchers for the slave masternnThen the conservatives called up reservistsnTo active service left families nervousnBut more importantly broke nine hundred a monthnBut the check came late, army red tape you see,nThis golden opportunitynWe watched the tube and read the newspapernThe propaganda of the gas masked rapernWas the proper slander to whip up the hatrednnThe stage was lit and the lights were all fadednThe pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited andnGenerals masturbatedn'til the fifteenth two days later they invadednNot a single t.v. station expressed dissension ornHardly made mention to the censorship of informationnFrom our kinder and gentler nationnBlinder and mentaler retardationnDisorientationnThe pilots said their bombs lit BaghdadnLike a Christmas treenIt was the Christian thing to do you seenThey didn't mention any casualtiesnNo distinction between the realnAnd the proxynOnly football analogiesnnWe saw the bomb holenWe watched the Super BowlnWe saw the scud missilenWe watched Bud© commercialsnWe saw the yellow ribbonsnSaw pilots in prisonnWe never saw films of the dead at elevennAngela Davis addressed the spectatorsnAnd shouting above a rumbling generator saidnIf they insist on bringing us downnThen let's shut the whole country downnMarching through the downtownnA hundred thousand became participantsnAnd we heard the drums of millions off in the distancenRushing through the citiesnSome of them did things that weren't so prettynMost were there for primal scream therapynNews men concentratednOn the negative liked the jingoists morenPeaceful protesters ended upnOn the cutting room floornNintendo© casualties of the ratings warnMore bombs dropped than in World War IInOn in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion,nBusiness as usualnFor our nationnCould you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,nThe city of StocktonnCoffins locked in when we clocked in...not to mentionnCiviliansnThe loss of life on both sidesnPushed the limits of resiliencenThe scent of blood in our nostrilsnFuel of the fossil land of apostlenThe blackness that covered the sky was not the only thingnThat brought a tear to the eye ornThe taste of anger to the tonguesnOf those too young to remember VietnamnnIs heroin better in a veteran's mindnThan the memory of the dying laying in a linenIs it the smell or the shadows heaving and weepingnThat keeps the soldier from sleepingnAs he sings the orphan's lullabynWhen the soldiers put down their bayonetsnThe strings are chained to the marionettesnEmir of Kuwait gets back in his jetnWe replace the dead with new cadetsnWill we hate those who did the shellingnOr will we hate those who weren't willing to do the killingnWhen the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roostnWill we sing a song of praise and indebtednessnFor our deliverance from evilnOr will we sing a song of sadnessnFor the dreaded debt this mess delivered us PEOPLE.