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War Heads
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As he stood on a hill He saw the great serpent weaving its dusty coils far below Notched an arrow, drew his bow, and let fly Boss's son Silver platter and a college fund Throws rocks and calls the cops to come All that venom that'll rot your gums On the search for an edgewise word and at a loss for one Since we first stretched skins over hollow drums Men have quarreled over spilled goats milk and piles of crumbs Some keep a fortified base to launch rockets from Address it in the flesh, cat's got their tongue Set your pack down, dust off your soul We shoulder more baggage than a muskox can pull On the road I mistook the outer husk for the whole Led astray as a circus of subplots unfold The molehills of pharaohs and kings are perilous things With mandates enforced by the sheriff's regime While Pavlov's cogs stare at a screen Our downfall was foretold on the patterns of a seraphim's wings American dreams, bones for the buzzards to peck Keep machine gears greased with your blood and your sweat You load sixteen tons, what do ya get? What you'd expect, stuck in debt up to your neck Oh, little birdy Why can't I fly Away from this sad place? There was fear, awe, disbelief Grow wings and fly like you Way out into space The basic law of history is the conflict between the exploiters and the exploited Boss's guns patrol the atlas The latest in autonomous tech to roast cabbage Fully automatics with beam scopes and gadgets And super soldiers at its disposal to go savage Weaponize all their fears and their biases Teach 'em how to love the chains that you bind 'em with Cajole the ma**es to support every tyrant's wish If and when that fails, resort to the iron fist The final frontier is colonized inner space It's full speed ahead, disrupt and innovate Science fiction now fact they disseminate As altruistic aims for computer brain interface I'm hearin' blind adherence'll set us free But all their sound logic sounds suspect to me You'll know a snake by the fallen fruits of its labors You'll know the stakes when they call the troops for your papers Oh, little birdy Why can't I fly Away from this sad place? There was fear, awe, disbelief Grow wings and fly like you Way out into space For the record, every moment of this journey was monitored Every one of his actions carefully scrutinized
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