Lirik Lagu The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer - Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
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It all seemed so idiotic all the accusations of unpatrioticThe fall we'll always remember, capitulating silenceelection November before the winterof the long hot summerSomewhere in the desertwe raised the oil pressureand waited for the weatherto get much betterfor the new wind to blow in the stormWe tried to remember the history in the regionthe French foreign legion, Imperialism,Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollahwere all we learned in schoolNot that we gave Hussein five billionNot of our new bed partner the Syrianand of course no mention of the Palestine situationIt was amazing how they steamrolledThey said eighty percent approvalbut there was no one that I knew polledNo one had a reason for being in the GulfWe waited for congress to speak up illegal build upBut no one would wake upOur representatives were Milli Vanilli'sfor corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly HillbilliesWith perfect timingthe politicians rhyming their sentimentsso nicely oil gold and sandmy sediments precisely....We regretfully support the lunacyI'm afraid there is no time for more scrutinyNational unity preserve our communityTeflon? election opportunitieswere in profundant abundance
On January second the Bush administrationannounced a recession had strickenthe Nation the highest quarterlyearnings in ten years were postedby Chevron?Meanwhile a budget was placed in our handsas the deadline in the sand came to an endso much for the peace dividendone billion a day is what we spentand our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the endWhen schools are unfundedand kids don't get their diplomasthey get used for gun boat diplomacydisproportionatelyblack or brown we seebullet catchers for the slave master
Then the conservatives called up reserviststo active service left families nervousbut more importantly broke nine hundred a monthbut the check came late, army red tape you see,this golden opportunityWe watched the tube and read the newspaperThe propaganda of the gas masked raperwas the proper slander to whip up the hatred
The stage was lit and the lights were all fadedThe pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited andgenerals masturbated'til the fifteenth two days later they invadedNot a single t.v. station expressed dissension orhardly made mention to the censorship of informationfrom our kinder and gentler nationblinder and mentaler retardationDISORIENTATIONThe pilots said their bombs lit Baghdadlike a Christmas treeIt was the Christian thing to do you seethey didn't mention any casualtiesno distinction between the realand the proxyonly football analogies
We saw the bomb holeWe watched the Super BowlWe saw the scud missileWe watched Bud? commercialsWe saw the yellow ribbonsSaw pilots in prisonWe never saw films of the dead...at elevenAngela Davis addressed the spectatorsand shouting above a rumbling generator saidif they insist on bringing us downthen let's shut the whole country downMarching through the downtownA hundred thousand became participantsand we heard the drums of millions off in the distancerushing through the citiessome of them did things that weren't so prettymost were there for primal scream therapynews men concentratedon the negative liked the jingoists morepeaceful protesters ended upon the cutting room floorNintendo? casualties of the ratings warMore bombs dropped than in World War IIon in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion,Business as usualfor our nationCould you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,the city of Stocktoncoffins locked in when we clocked in...not to mentionciviliansThe loss of life on both sidespushed the limits of resilienceThe scent of blood in our nostrilsfuel of the fossil land of apostleThe blackness that covered the sky was not the only thingthat brought a tear to the eye orthe taste of anger to the tonguesof those too young to remember Vietnam
Is heroin better in a veteran's mindthan the memory of the dying laying in a lineIs it the smell or the shadows heaving and weepingthat keeps the soldier from sleepingas he sings the orphan's lullabyWhen the soldiers put down their bayonetsthe strings are chained to the marionettesEmir of Kuwait gets back in his jetwe replace the dead with new cadetswill we hate those who did the shellingor will we hate those who weren't willing to do the killingwhen the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roostwill we sing a song of praise and indebtednessfor our deliverance from evilor will we sing a song of sadnessfor the dreaded debt this mess delivered us PEOPLE.
On January second the Bush administrationannounced a recession had strickenthe Nation the highest quarterlyearnings in ten years were postedby Chevron?Meanwhile a budget was placed in our handsas the deadline in the sand came to an endso much for the peace dividendone billion a day is what we spentand our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the endWhen schools are unfundedand kids don't get their diplomasthey get used for gun boat diplomacydisproportionatelyblack or brown we seebullet catchers for the slave master
Then the conservatives called up reserviststo active service left families nervousbut more importantly broke nine hundred a monthbut the check came late, army red tape you see,this golden opportunityWe watched the tube and read the newspaperThe propaganda of the gas masked raperwas the proper slander to whip up the hatred
The stage was lit and the lights were all fadedThe pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited andgenerals masturbated'til the fifteenth two days later they invadedNot a single t.v. station expressed dissension orhardly made mention to the censorship of informationfrom our kinder and gentler nationblinder and mentaler retardationDISORIENTATIONThe pilots said their bombs lit Baghdadlike a Christmas treeIt was the Christian thing to do you seethey didn't mention any casualtiesno distinction between the realand the proxyonly football analogies
We saw the bomb holeWe watched the Super BowlWe saw the scud missileWe watched Bud? commercialsWe saw the yellow ribbonsSaw pilots in prisonWe never saw films of the dead...at elevenAngela Davis addressed the spectatorsand shouting above a rumbling generator saidif they insist on bringing us downthen let's shut the whole country downMarching through the downtownA hundred thousand became participantsand we heard the drums of millions off in the distancerushing through the citiessome of them did things that weren't so prettymost were there for primal scream therapynews men concentratedon the negative liked the jingoists morepeaceful protesters ended upon the cutting room floorNintendo? casualties of the ratings warMore bombs dropped than in World War IIon in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion,Business as usualfor our nationCould you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,the city of Stocktoncoffins locked in when we clocked in...not to mentionciviliansThe loss of life on both sidespushed the limits of resilienceThe scent of blood in our nostrilsfuel of the fossil land of apostleThe blackness that covered the sky was not the only thingthat brought a tear to the eye orthe taste of anger to the tonguesof those too young to remember Vietnam
Is heroin better in a veteran's mindthan the memory of the dying laying in a lineIs it the smell or the shadows heaving and weepingthat keeps the soldier from sleepingas he sings the orphan's lullabyWhen the soldiers put down their bayonetsthe strings are chained to the marionettesEmir of Kuwait gets back in his jetwe replace the dead with new cadetswill we hate those who did the shellingor will we hate those who weren't willing to do the killingwhen the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roostwill we sing a song of praise and indebtednessfor our deliverance from evilor will we sing a song of sadnessfor the dreaded debt this mess delivered us PEOPLE.
