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Uncle Sam Says
written by: Josh White, Cuney, and Politex
"We've got to have equal rights for everyone," Sean Penn
Airplanes flying 'cross the land and sea,
Everybody flying but a gay guy like me.
Uncle Sam says, "Your place is on the ground,
When I fly my airplanes, don’t want no queers 'round."
The same thing for the Navy, when ships go to sea,
They don't even got a mess boy’s job for me.
Uncle Sam says, "No apron for you son,
And I sure ain’t gonna let you shoot my big Navy gun."
Got my long government letter, my time to go,
When I got to the Army the man said "No."
Uncle Sam says, "When I ask, you don't tell."
But when trouble starts, we’ll all be in hell.
If you ask me, I think democracy is fine,
I mean democracy without the gay line.
Uncle Sam says, "We’ll live the American way,"
That means we gotta kill discrimination today.
Lucky Man
by Price and Politex
If you'v got insurance on which you think
you can rely - You are a lucky man!
If you've found a doctor to live on and
not to die - You are a lucky man!
Obama and Congress don't want you to know it,
Wall Street, and statues and steeples won't show it,
If you've got the secret just try not to blow
it - Stay a lucky man!
If you've found the meaning of "health care"
in this old world- You are a lucky man!
If this knowledge hangs around your neck like
pearls instead of chains - You are a lucky man!
Takers and fakers and spinners won't tell you.
Teachers and preachers will just buy and sell you.
When no one can tempt you with their heaven or hell-
You'll be a lucky man!
Tora Bora More-a
(That's An Obama Lullaby)
Over at West Point
Not so long ago,
Me Pres'dent sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In his good ould Irish way,
And l'd give the world if he hadn't sung
That song to me that day.
Tora Bora More-a, Tora Bora (Lie),
Tora Bora More-a, hush now, don't you cry!
Tora Bora More-a, Tora Bora (Lie),
Tora Bora More-a, that's Obama's lullaby.
Oft in dreams I wander
To that song again,
'Cause I feel his words have hurt me
More that I knew even then.
And I hear his voice a -hummin'
As more soldiers march to war,
And I see more ghosts a -commin'
Outside my cottage door.
--by J. R. Shannon with Jerry Politex
Obama's Afghan Soliloquy, Shakespeare, with Politex
To stay, or not to stay--that is the question:
Is it better to stay and suffer
The slings and arrows of the Taliban
And to send more troops against them
And by opposing end them. Karzai...he cheats--
And more--but when he cheats some say we end
The heartache, and the thousand martial shocks
Afghanistan is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. Karzai...he cheats--
He cheats worse than we do, but here's the dif:
We cheat with our own dough, not pelf of others.
When we have shuffled off this martial coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
Of NATO and our gen'rals urging action.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The Taliban's wrong, the pundit's contumely
The GOP's distortions, the law's delay,
My insolence of office, and the spurs
That unworthy corporations give,
When citizens might this solution make
By just leaving? They who bear the burden,
Of our souless war economy,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of ter'ists threat'ning death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles their will,
And makes them rather bear those ills they have
Than fly to others that they know not of.
Thus compromise makes cowards of us all,
And thus my native hue of politics
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
My enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose my any action.
Afghan Song: Obama's Undecided, Charles Shavers, Sid Robin, Jerry Politex
First you want more troops
And then you don't
And then you say you do
And then you won't
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
Now you want to stay
And we say no
'Cause when you say you'll stay
That's when we'll go
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
We've been sitting on your fence
And it doesn't make much sense
'Cause you keep us in suspense
And you know it
When you talk you sound firm
When you're not
We really burn
Well, I guess we'll never learn
And we show it
We know you've sent more troops
Observers find
Don't keep it a secret
We know your mind
You say you're undecided now
So what are we gonna do?
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