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Section 45.8.9076.ii.3
Contents of enclosed CD
Side 'A' Side 'B'
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1. Timeslip #1 10. Code Red Coup
2. All My WMD's 11. Club Fed
3. Yes, Mr. Cheney 12. Hey Now!
4. Warmonger 13. Far Enough
5. Ridin' High 14. Cargo
6. Interlude: The Fall 15. Big Green Lady
7. Bombing for Peace 16. I Want My Country Back
8. The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism 17. Timeslip #2
9. Little Black Box
Section 13.a.0.
Suspects-at-Large, listed with their involvement and weaponry.
Laramie Crocker
All Vocals
(except for "All My WMD's", with Wendi Olson).
Guitars
Sarăn Drum ("Far Enough")
Joy Crocker
Piano ("Warmonger", "Club Fed")
Hammond B3 ("The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism")
Randal Mitros
Drums (except for "I Want My Country Back" and "Far Enough")
Scott Amendola
Drums ("I Want My Country Back" and "Far Enough")
Michael Olivola
Upright Bass
Electric Bass
Charlie Wilson
Trombone ("The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism", "Hey Now!")
Wendi Olson
Vocal ("All My WMD's")
Lewis Patzner
Cello ("Big Green Lady" and "Cargo")
Producer: Charlie Wilson
Executive Producer: Laramie Crocker
Recorded and Mixed by Bond Bergland
Recorded at San Pablo Recorders, Berkeley, CA
Suspects on songs
1. Timeslip #1 - Laramie (guitar, Saran drum), Scott (snare, cymbals)
2. All My WMD's - Laramie, Wendi
3. Yes, Mr. Cheney - Laramie, Randal, Michael
4. Warmonger - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy
5. Ridin' High - Laramie, Randal, Michael
6. Interlude: The Fall - Laramie
7. Bombing for Peace - Laramie, Randal, Michael
8. The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy, Charlie
9. Little Black Box - Laramie
10. Code Red Coup - Laramie (guitar and Saran drum), Scott (snare, cymbals)
11. Club Fed - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy
12. Hey Now! - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Charlie
13. Far Enough - Laramie (vocals, guitar, Saran Drum), Scott (snare)
14. Cargo - Laramie, Lewis
15. Big Green Lady - Laramie, Michael, Lewis
16. I Want My Country Back - Laramie, Scott
17. Timeslip #2 - Laramie (guitar, Saran Drum), Scott (snare, cymbals)
Section 11.L.l.i.I.0.O.o
Internment Statement by suspect "Laramie Crocker"
I would like to dedicate this album to all the artists, musicians, and
grassroots organizers working to replace the Bush junta and to restore
democracy to our great nation.
This album represents musical and political thoughts I've worked on since
the stolen election of 2000, the tragedy of 9/11, the further tragedy of
the shameless manipulation of 9/11 for the Bush junta's own personal
enrichment and not-so-secret agenda, and the enormous losses due to the
unnecessary war in Iraq. But through singing and political organizing, I have
found hope and inspiration. My songs are an attempt to mix a direct frontal
assault on the Bush junta using the most powerful medium I know, with the
need to communicate and share my feelings, emotions and thoughts with my
friends, family, and fellow citizens. I hope that the songs inspire and
humor as well as channel outrage into productive political power.
I wrote all of these songs (lyrics, chords, and vocal melodies and harmonies)
but I'd like to acknowledge the people who helped create the songs as you
hear them now.
I'm truly honored and inspired to have been able to play with musicians of
such intuition, creativity, chops, and smokin' rhythm. With just a few
rehearsals, and a few days in the studio as a band, these amazing musicians
gave groove and life to the songs in a way I dreamed of, but could never have
created without their individual art and collective magic. I would sing and
play the songs for the band members and ask "what do you hear" or "fall in
when you feel something". I'd push them one way or another a little,
adjusting modes, tempos, and tones, but the lines, grooves, and arrangements
all came together as a group effort, simply from inspired playing.
Randal Mitros created all the funky, powerful drum grooves, after
listening to me sing the songs and play guitar for him in his living
room. I think he also sprouted a few extra limbs during the sessions.
My mother, Joy Crocker, found notes within my chords that I didn't know
existed, and brought her 70+ years of musical talent to every one of
those notes.
Michael Olivola created all the groovy bass lines, and played them
spot-on with his prescient timing and lyrical intuition.
Charlie Wilson created all of the wonderful horn lines and hits, and
played them soulfully with his amazing tone.
Scott Amendola Created the funky drum groove for "I Want My Country Back"
and the tasty drum fills on "Far Enough".
Lewis Patzner created the exquisitely phrased cello lines in "Cargo" and
"Big Green Lady" -- any two of his notes are worth the price of
admission.
Michael and Charlie also helped develop some of the songs in rehearsals for
the first live production of "U.S. Provisional Authority" in March 2004.
Charlie Wilson did a wonderful job of producing the album, steering us to
give energetic performances, and providing countless thoughts and decisions
on parts, takes and arrangements.
Bond Bergland is a master of the console and studio gear, and tirelessly
endured long days on a cramped schedule to consistently capture all of the
nuances the fine musicians created. In both tracking and mixing I've come to
trust Bond's fantastic, nuanced ears and his finesse.
Bond, Charlie and I collaborated on the production and I found the process to
be very educational, supportive, and inspirational.
I'd like to thank Wendi Olson from the bottom of my heart for being an
endless source of inspiration and encouragement, for singing so sweetly on
"All my WMD's", for helping with the song order and album concept, and for
naming the song "Cargo".
Clint Marsh helped to critique the songs on a scale from Beach Boys to Led
Zeppelin, tweaked the odd lyric, and helped with the song order and album
concept. The groove section in "Warmonger" was inspired by Jenny
Scheinman's beautiful, groovy instrumental piece "Charade". I want to thank
my father Richard Crocker and step-mother Gloria Crocker for enduring solo
performances of the nascent songs in their living room, and for helping me
print up music charts late nights before the sessions.
We had a number of fun rehearsals at Joy's church, Trinity Methodist Chapel
in Berkeley, which is a beautiful space in which to make music, and I'd like
to thank the pastor Kim Smith and the staff at Trinity Methodist for allowing
us the use of the space.
And, of course, Joy Crocker and Richard Crocker for bringing me into the world
and raising me up in a house filled with music, five-dollar words, intellect,
and critical thinking.
Working with all these great people to create this music has brought me
extreme happiness such as I haven't felt in several years.
-- Laramie Crocker
July, 2004
Berkeley, CA
Section 100000000001.1
Lyrics for "All My WMDs"
All my weapons of mass destruction
Don't know where I left them
All the bombs I left behind
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
if somebody don't help me find
my weapons
of mass distruction
I looked everywhere
out in the yard, in the shed, but they ain't there
in the closet down the hall
in my golf bag or
under my bowling ball
All my weapons of mass destruction
Don't know where I left them
all the bombs I left behind
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
if somebody don't help me find
my weapons
of mass distruction
The dog ate my homework
The check's in the mail
Come this Tuesday I'll pay you back
I swear Al Queda's tied to Iraq
They've got nuc-u-lar weapons
And little Tubes of Aluminum
I saved the receipts
From all the Anthrax we sold to 'um
All my weapons of mass destruction
Don't know where I left them
all the bombs I left behind
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
if somebody don't help me find
my weapons
of mass distruction
Section CH-09.87.a6
Lyrics for "Yes, Mr. Cheney"
I was losin' Gubernational polls no matter what we spent
Oh the millions Pappy laid out, they didn't make a dent
He said there's just one thing to do, George, dry out and repent!
So I got me born-again, my polls went up fifteen per cent
Then my Pappy came and told me that I could be the president
Well I sat him right down and asked him, what that meant
He said you get to be the honcho, ruler of the land.
(Then he got me Mr. Cheney, but I still don't understand)
Got move up to Washington
Got me a funny looking round office
I ride around in big long limousines
Everybody calls me "Sir"
And all the Pork Rinds and pretzels I can eat
Satisville,
Texas style
I'm livin like a D.C. Hillbilly
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we'll do it your way
Mr. Cheney knows how to win election day
Get Jeb to fix Florida, but that's only half the fun
Pappy's gonna git the court to say that we have won
When they complain that we're from Texas and they say we're lilly white
We'll just get that feller Collin Powell and it'll be alright.
Brown sugar lady Rice, oughta cover two more bases
Then we can get get the good ol' boys for all the other places
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we'll do it your way
Mr. Cheney says he knows how to win election day
Get Jeb to fix Florida, but that's only half the fun
Pappy's gonna git the court to say that we have won
Mr. Cheney says we've got lots of work to do
We need homeland security before we're through
Four years to securitize before election day
Mr. Cheney says we won't let voters get in the way
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we got some work to do
But I don't understand it all so I'm a-counting on you.
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we've got work to do
Gotta fix this constitution thing before four years are through
Mr. Ashcroft said that dissent is just treason
I said "Hold on John, can't you just give me a reason"
He said "I'm sorry, Sir, your question fits the test
Now come along with me, George, cause you're under arrest"
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we got some work to do
But I don't understand it all so I'm a-counting on you.
Yes, Mr. Cheney, we've got work to do
Gotta fix this constitution thing before four years are through
Section Aa.b.45-2
Lyrics for "Warmonger"
All our hard won liberties
Rockwell jobs for you and me's
misiles, tanks and tractor-ies
it helps build the factories
that help us to build more
WAR
but that's what our taxes are for
all the war machines we have in store
my god we'd have to feed the poor
if we didn't have war
oh what would we do without war
diplomacy
diplomacy
diplomacy
is such a chore
what would we do
what would we do
so, what would we do without war
nothing left to be fighting for
no monster behind the closet door
no patriotism in question
no liberals in detention
no jihad no slayers
no quaking taxpayers
oh the rich would all become poor!
the rich could not afford
to buy themselves a senator
but that's what they're there for
to stand up and vote
to stand up and vote
Senator, stand up and vote
for more
vote for more WAR
what would we do without God
what would we do without God
no praying on the floor
no praying for more war
no sanctimonious piety
have faith 'cause God talks to me
God give us strength
God bless this war
my god is much much better than yours
no jihad
no crusade
without this god we made
no way to fight a holy war
what would we do without God
God talks to me
God talks to me
God talks to me
when he wants more
when he wants WAR
what would we do without war
what would we do without war
no G.I Joe
no army men
no doom no quake no level 4
what would we give for xmass
what would we give for xmass
no toys round the tree
on the living room floor
no ammunition from the wal mart store
oh what would we do without war
oh what would we do without war
peacetime can be
peacetime can be
peacetime can be
such a bore
Section 454676.001
Lyrics for "Ridin' High"
Four bucks a gallon is a heavy price to pay
but I cashed my tax-free dividends, get out of my way
when I'm ridin'
I'm comin round the mountain, 4-wheelin round the bend
got 4 wheels spinnin on my Mercedes Benz
I'm ridin'
My 4 wheeler cost more than the 4 walls of your shack
but it's tax-deductible, so I'm gonna get it back
when I'm ridin'
[chorus]
I get an elevated feeling; ridin' way up here
It's like a novocaine high; flying without fear
ridin', ridin', ridin' high, I'm ridin'
My other car's a hummer, it's a 4 wheeler too
better run for cover 'cause I'm a hummin over you
My hummer's got the power of a loaded Mac truck
double steel bumpers, and a machine gun mount for luck
when I'm ridin'
My other car's a Lincoln, you know I ride in style
4 wheel drive and leather seats, a gallon for every mile
a gallon, for every mile, for every mile,
for every mile, mile, mile, mile
cell phone driver better git back in yer lane
I'm gonna disconnect you, gonna cause some pain
when I'm ridin'; when I'm ridin'
when I ride right up your bumper, when I roll on down your hood
your best deal on your little car, ain't gonna seem so good
'cause you're sittin in your tin can, but I'm ridin' in my train
I told you once, told you twice; git out of my lane
four bucks a gallon is a heavy price to pay
but I cashed my tax-free dividends now get out of my way
when I'm ridin'
Section B-98234.001
Lyrics for "Bombing for Peace"
Nothing spells Freedom
Like the good old U.S.A.
And nothing says peace and love
like 6000 bombs a day
We're bombing for freedom
and the great, American way
where our favorite sons live rich and free
and bomb 'til Election Day
Chorus:
We're bombing for democracy, bombing for peace
We're bombing for diplomacy and an American Middle East
We're bombing for the children and humanitarian relief
For the love of our Christian God and great white man's belief
and we're bombing
and we're bombing
and we're bombing
bombing for peace
Who will rebuild Iraq
if we don't bomb it first
Who can teach the love of christ
without a fuel-air bomb burst
We'll send 400,000 troops
to rain victory on the land
and 60 soldiers with bags of food
to lend a helping hand
[chorus]
In these troubled times we must give
like a thousand points of light
to our troubled sisters Shell and Exxon
who hunger in the night.
One day rich white boys and girls
can gather together and sing
sing I have a dream today
let profits ring
we're bombing for Chevron, we're bombing for Shell
we forgot about Osama, but we'll bomb Iraq to Hell
We're bombing for the children and humanitarian relief
For the love of our Christian God and great white man's belief
and we're bombing
and we're bombing
and we're bombing
and we're bombing
bombing for peace
Section ..5.5.
Lyrics for "The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism"
Yes, I partied hard, drank my wine
scooted through the National Guard, I did my time
but after all of these things I've done
still hurts to know I'm not the favorite son
Daddy don't love me anymore
Daddy don't love me anymore
Gonna go start my own war
Call on Brother Jeb, when you wanna get things done
Jeb was gonna be the chosen one
brother Neil, the smarter one
yah Neil, was always the favorite son
Daddy don't love me anymore
Daddy don't love me anymore
Gonna go start my own war
Section h3LL.001
Lyrics for "Little Black Box"
Little black boxes in cute little rows
screen that says "touch me", so cheerfully glows
no paper trail, a make believe poll
cast your vote down the memory hole
chorus:
The little black box where your little vote goes
down and down the memory hole
O where o where did your little vote go
nobody knows
little black box
little black box
little black boxes all in a row
No printouts, no proof, nothing to show
golden eggs of democracy where did you go?
the foxes have taken the chickens below
[chorus]
round and round and round she goes
where she stops nobody knows
place your bets, hold your nose
cross your fingers, cross your toes
Section a.b.c.d.z.1
Lyrics for "Code Red Coup"
... AOLMicrosoft Virtual TV, Version 29.2.7.1, MyTV Home Edition.
...election results in Florida, Ohio and Pennsilvania were disputed....
... in Ohio, 150,000 extra votes were not reported by the touchscreen voting systems...
... Alert level was raised to Code Red....
...The U.S. Provisional Authority was established today ...
...We interrupt this broadcast with this national security alert,
live from U.S. Provisional Authority headquarters at the White House.
"France has nuc-u-lar power plants and weapons of mass
destruction. France harbors Terrorists, aids and abuts Mooslimoids and
Protesterizers."
... Known Knowns, Known Unknowns, Unknown Unknowns, Unknown Knowns ...
... Commander in Chief Dubya, Commander Cheney
General Ashcroft, General Rumsfeld,
and Minister of Information Karl Rove.
...Attention shoppers. We will be closing
to allow patrons to return home before the evening curfew.
Please bring your selections to the checkout counter and have your national id card, your citizenship
papers, your travel visa and shopping permit out and
available for inspection.
Thank you for consuming patriotically ...
Section 9.tr-00098-9.a
Lyrics for "Club Fed"
Come on Saddam, please don't cry
did you really think we'd hang you out to dry
all those years and years ago we promised you the best
now it's time for you to join the rest
of the shahs and sheiks and generals on the run
stay on the payroll, enjoy the Sun
it's a tradition: the welcome party's begun
avoiding extradition was never so fun
chorus
So come on down, you washed up dictators
enjoy the sunshine, watch out for the 'gators
come on down, come on down to Club Fed
it's the place to hide, when the world thinks you're dead
take care of business from overseas
you can live here in style indulging all your fantasies
virgin girls, and whipping-boys who like to role-play
come on down to Club Fed: have it your way
Saddam, you're booked in palace 21
It's got a built-in dungeon for your kind of fun
living here beats a life on the run
yes, we faked all the photos -- you can stay here with your sons
trust the man in the suit when the borders are closed
the CIA will bring you here, when you're deposed
just like Dorothy, you can never go home
there's so many friends to meet, you'll never be alone
meet Noriega, we tired of his rule
there's Imelda Marcos, her shoes look so cool
the Shah of Iran, he's nobody's fool
you can meet Osama, hanging out down by the pool
Section 23.907.a.1.8.a
Interview: The making of "Hey Now!" with the G Dub Crew.
G Dub: Yo yo yo wassup everybody out in TeeVee land. I know you was waitin
for our funky fresh new song, all about how we protectin yo asses, watchin
yo backs, you feel me? Yo we went to th' gig, you know, ready to
bus' some rhymes, and this fool up in there wit a megaphone! You
feel me?
Smooth AshKroft: Yeah, baby, it was cool though, you dig? Cuz like, man, this
cat was in tight with the rhythm section, see, so we, uh, just lef'
the tape rollin, you dig? Slicksville, baby.
Con Dee L' e-Z: Huh, me? Oh I dunno, I just love to dance to this song!
G Dub: Yo, baby! Why you gotta ... dang! Don' mind her. Anyway, like
I was sayin. Me an my posse got it goin on wit this groove, an this
fool up in there interuptin us wit his megaphone style ... seem like
he got the last word, but you know ....
Rummy Rum: Heh heh, that's right. We, uh, well, you see what happened to him
at the end of the recording ... heh heh, while he was running away ...
heh heh ....
Che-Money: Go $%$@@! f**&^$#!$ yourself
Fresh e Fleish: OK, now, that's all the time that G Dub Crew has time for,...
I'm sorry but you'll have to turn the tape off now.
Section 23.907.a.1.8.b
Lyrics for "Hey Now!"
chorus:
Hey now, Where you gonna go when they "say step over here"
Hey now, who do you know, when they say "listen up queer"
Hey now, where you gonna go, when they give you the fear
[Welcome George W. Bush]
We won the cold war fair and square, 30 years of profit from that scare
Beat the Ruskies with our plan, now we need a new boogie man
We paid Columbia's terrorist thugs, we called it the war on drugs
Need to scare up some new taxes, so welcome to the evil axis
Do you know how your money's been spent by the court-appointed president
He said "I need two trillion, to even the score
gotta get me some gear for the third world war."
Hey now, where you gonna go, kangaroo court needs you for the show
[Welcome Mr. Ashcroft says]
Full fair trials, we Guarantee, but you can't watch, don't bring your attorney
Classified evidence, can't show you, just believe us when we say it's all true
Got to protect The American Way, never mind, If you can't have your say
Don't go whining about duress, we'll shut you up like we shut up the press
Dissent is just a word for Treason, Hunt the protestors: they're in season
We're gonna keep it under raps, Just like we did to the Japs
Lock them Mooslims in camps, towelheads and dirty tramps
Cavedwellers, they're not urban, every terrorist wears a turban
Hey now, this is a test, five thousand or more under secret arrest
Hey now, but don't feel blessed, 'cause the Patriot Act's gonna get the rest
Hey now, what you gonna do, Ashcroft's gonna come for you.
[Sing it, Ashcroft ...]
We don't need the constitution, got a marshal law solution
Got them towelheads in detention, we don't need Geneva Convention
We don't need U.N. resolution, we don't pay restitution
Taliban slipped from reliance, So now we pay the Northern Alliance
Clinic bombers, Black Church burners, we don't show them on Ted Turner's
Just the mooslims, hated and feared, Every terrorist wears a beard
Unless we pay them, as moonlighters, then we call them freedom fighters
Harbor terrorists, you gotta pay, but buy our bombs we'll let you play
First we're doin' airport security, then we gonna get a little more dirty
Gonna come to your house in the middle of the night, make sure that you're actin' right
We been watchin your email, don't pass "Go", just go to to jail
Got a plan, gonna put through, for the terrorist groups like the ACLU
Hey now, I can't be, a war protestor in the land of the free
Hey now, I hope you can see, you can't trade freedom for security
Bye Bye now, I gotta flee, they got my momma now they're comin' for me
Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun
Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun
Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun
Section 999.6.3
Lyrics for "Far Enough"
High enough, I'm not high enough
High enough, I'm not high enough
My Apache's too low, they're shootin stingers at me
I'm not high enough
I'm not high enough
Bush sent me here to get Saddam
I wish he'd send me home to chill with my mom
lock and load and head to Baghdad
I wish I was home hangin out with my dad
Bush says support me here in Iraq
he sent 100,000 body bags so I can go back
travellin in style, zipped up tight
come home in my bag under cover of night
unreported casualty, video game war
I'm not a man or a face, I'm just part of the score
Far enough, I'm not far enough
Far enough, I'm not far enough
Iraqi fire in front, friendly fire behind
I'm not far enough
I'm not far enough
Operation Desert Storm, a big success
Freedom for the world and all the rest
saved the King of Kuwait, all his oil and gold
there's part of the story that has not been told
how my brothers and sisters came back from the war
with a mystery disease never seen before
now it's 12 years later and the goverment denies
there's a problem here, that the babies die
Far enough, I'm not far enough
Far enough, I'm not far enough
breathin gas on the line, is it theirs or mine
I'm not far enough
I'm not far enough
300,000 soldiers have Gulf War Syndrome
the DVA says shut up and go home
no universal health care for those who fought
congress passed the law, Bush said NOT
gotta pay for health care from their small pension
there's one more point I got to mention
Bush passed a law on day three
No overtime for troops, just work for free
If that's support, don't raise my bail
I'll be sittin at home in a military jail
I won't fight a war with Depleted Uranium
poison gas and radiation knockin my cranium
Far enough, I'm not far enough
Far enough, I'm not far enough
I can see Iraqi children when I drop my bombs
I'd rather watch the lies on CNN at home with my moms
I'm not far enough
I'm not far enough
I'm not far enough ...
Section 0.00.0
Lyrics for Cargo
leaving for home
I'm leaving for home
I'm leaving this country
I'm leaving this country
on the long ride home
I came as a passenger
came as a warrior
came as a passenger
I am the messenger
on the long ride home
looking up I see
through my gauzy view
I see
Red, White and Blue
I see
Red, White and Blue
over my eyes
looking up I see
my mother over me
the man in the suit
talks about bravery
talks about honor
and glory
she doesn't see
glory
honor
duty
or country
she sees me
she sees me
under Red, White and Blue
with tears
in her eyes
came as a passenger
came as a warrior
came as a passenger
I'm going home as cargo
I'm going home as cargo
on the long ride home
salute me
carry me
salute me
pray for me
on the long ride home
on the long ride home
Section 8.7
Lyrics for "Big Green Lady"
Here I stand talking to a big green lady, in the middle of the night
Here I stand with a candle in my hand, holding vigil in the middle of the night
I'm tired and I'm hungry, yearning to breathe free
Now that I need you most
won't you hold on to me
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night there you stand with your lamp held high and burning bright
In the middle of the night there you stand by the golden door, shine your light
I'm tired, hungry, yearning to breathe free
won't you hold me now
Lady Liberty
In the middle of the night
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
In the middle of the night
The darkest hour is not before the dawn, its
it in the middle of the freakin night.
Homeland Security - the noose is on
they're cinching it up tight
One more chance for democracy I hope this time we get it right!
I'm troubled and I'm weary
but I'm not to tired to fight!
Here I stand talking to a big green lady in the middle of the night
Here I stand with a candle in my hand holding vigil in the middle of the night
I'm tired and I'm hungry, yearning to breathe free
won't you hold me now
Lady Liberty
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Hold on to me, Lady Liberty
Lady Liberty
Section A-ii-04.4.6
Lyrics for "I Want My Country Back"
[Dream #1]
I want to dream again, for the future
I want to dream, not fear for the past
I don't want to live in a world of fear, greed and hate
when the time of hope, peace and love
has come at last
I want my country back
no war on the poor no war in Iraq
I want my country back
no nuclear strike; pre-emptive attack
I want my country back
I want my country back
I want my country back
from a stolen election; and a stab in the back
[Dream #2]
I want to dream again, for the future
I want to dream, not fear for the past
I don't want to live in a world of fear, greed and hate
when the time of hope, peace and love
has come at last
I want my country back
The Bill of Rights is under attack!
I want my country back
no police state, no PATRIOT Act
I want my country back
I want my country back
I want my country back
If you try to get a green card they're gonna put you in a sack!
[Dream #3]
I want to dream again, for the future
When I sing about love not yet another anti-war song
we don't have to live in a world of fear, greed and hate
'cause the Doctor is in, we're gonna to take it to the streets
'til its blue states
runnin' from coast to coast
I want my country back
I Can't afford healthcare for my heart attack
I want my country back
we need healthcare and schools like they wanna give Iraq
I want my country back
I want my country back
I want my job back
I tried to pick up a hammer but they gave me the Axe!
I tried to pick up a hammer but they gave me the Axe!
I want my country back
no war on the poor no war in Iraq
no nuclear strike; pre-emptive attack
no police state, no PATRIOT Act
no stolen election no stab in the back
I want my country back
Now I'm not down with the political machine
but I'm proud to be a democrat with Howard Dean
I want my country back
I want my country back
I'm sick and tired of being Bush-Wacked!