we got government by ignorance
and lots of lobbies in a line
and stick‑twirling painclerks out punching in their time
dread damaged democrats dangling for a dime
and paid‑for paperboys there to keep the public blind
us we got nothing
no reason no clue
just the got no shotgun hydrahead octopus blues
we got drug war arms pimps
with all their paydolls in a row
the cold war cowboys need another row to hoe
air force c‑130s flying out of mexico
machine guns going one way and cocaine coming home
us we got nothing
no reason no clue
just the got no shotgun hydrahead octopus blues
the time is ripe for pure dissent
if you got money from the mob and muscle from the government
you blow off one head you get another dozen
the money gods of washington got a lot of waiting cousins
bellies full of cutty sark and faces ripe for mugging
the tyrant and the mob are joined up like a witch’s coven
and the whitecoats and the technocrats are warming up their ovens
us we got nothing
no reason no clue
just the got no shotgun hydrahead octopus blues
get dragged downtown by the FBI
possession of [more] money, [..]
they [chain/take] me to a bus with a hundred other guys
some guy who said “sorry you people got to die!”
© 1992 Zen of Iniquity Publishing
