Storm Clouds by Randy Creath 7/27/2011
storm clouds rollin' in from the west
darkness lurkin' behind my vest
harbinger of what the day brings
puzzle pieces I can barely sing
“Idiot America” or so the book says
ask the wrong question, less to confess
wonder when their eyes will all open wide
harken back to the day when the truth died
Chorus:
me first ain’t the way to walk
shoutin’ ‘em down ain’t the way to talk
leave the poor cryin’ and hungry at night
wanna be a millionaire? well it ain’t your right!
Hatred driven, the media raves
Chant chaotic sing-song staves
Beat your chest to demand the best
Make damn sure you’re the only one blest
Foment fear, rabid paranoia
Based on rumors, lies & “duh”
Lick the boots of the sacred buck
Even when your future is out of luck…
Bridge:
Is there a way to ease your heart?
Is there a way to do your part?
Is there hope in your manifesto?
Or will you simply echo the status quo?
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