Sirius Calling
Sirius calling
Images swirl in my head
Of men being one with the dead
Souls of men snatched from their bed
Grim seduction in a third world shed
Slowly creeping into his head.
Murdering souls of emaciated women on red
October's day
When oil is worth more than they
Who slept in shelters of hay
Who crept in and stole their day,
And replaced it with starry nights
Of Missiles which lit up the skies
And thunders of bright red blasts
And splatters of blood embodied limbs
Laying scattered in the fields
The sun arose, it still shields
The crippled earth from the heat
Of the dry roasted cities evaporating
Into a war torn city emanating
From a distressed we
Who hating to be
Told we're wrong to be
Killing children for oil for we...
This my song rips through my soul
Insured against the kiss of modernity's woe
Entrapped in this philantropist hole
Of stolen wealth from misconceived goals.
To be free to enslave
Those who we don't see
As they don't crave
That which we have, that which we see.....US
US against them...
The savages of distress
Who's culture respect
Each moment they spend
Tending to earth
While US....the civilised US
Conjure up heat in wasteful spades
Polluting the air in distasteful shades
Greenhouse gas emmission's sublime annihilation
Keeps us producing in high elation
Posioned conceptions of nature's regeneration
Our self destruction's button
Is too late to turn off
Our distress button
Broken by Industrial Capitalism's machines
Our SOS
May still be heard by Sirius
But a few, only a chosen few
May behold Elija's chariots
Images swirl in my head
Of men being one with the dead
We've been infantilised by age-old ideologies
Elevate yourself into a higher dimension,
Did I mention you've been fooled?
Be a good little girl
And Big Brother will give you candy
Obey the rules for ages
And you'll go to heaven.
You'd be caught by Aje's
If you stay out till seven.
Burn the earth Georgie Boy,
The world is asleep
Leave us all to sweep
The spillages
In the sewages,
In the seas, and in our lands
Leave us to keep dreaming
That one day we'll survive
When we strive
To keep five
Pounds in hand
Till month end
Burn the earth Tony Boy
The world is asleep
Screw over the working class
While the middle class live large
Wage slavery in Africa
In two zero zero three
Ken Saro Wiwa's neck
Hanging loose
From a shell noose
Burn the earth Uncle Sege
The world is asleep
You think your hands are clean
After a Judas act on we
You think your hands are clean
After selling us for gold
And supplying oil to US
For the genocide at Iraq.
I rake in dry bones
From fields red with blood
Each morning I see
Fresh bodies at sea
Washed to shore by the waves
Who throws up all its pain.
The holes are lit up with terror
Burnt into skies by the horror
Of powerless mothers
Whose daughters
Were slaughtered
Its cold cold Murder.
Images swirl in my head
Of Men being one with the dead
Images swirl in my head
Of men being one with the dead
Souls of men snatched from their bed
Grim seduction in a third world shed
Slowly creeping into his head.
Murdering souls of emaciated women on red
October's day
When oil is worth more than they
Who slept in shelters of hay
Who crept in and stole their day,
And replaced it with starry nights
Of Missiles which lit up the skies
And thunders of bright red blasts
And splatters of blood embodied limbs
Laying scattered in the fields
The sun arose, it still shields
The crippled earth from the heat
Of the dry roasted cities evaporating
Into a war torn city emanating
From a distressed we
Who hating to be
Told we're wrong to be
Killing children for oil for we...
This my song rips through my soul
Insured against the kiss of modernity's woe
Entrapped in this philantropist hole
Of stolen wealth from misconceived goals.
To be free to enslave
Those who we don't see
As they don't crave
That which we have, that which we see.....US
US against them...
The savages of distress
Who's culture respect
Each moment they spend
Tending to earth
While US....the civilised US
Conjure up heat in wasteful spades
Polluting the air in distasteful shades
Greenhouse gas emmission's sublime annihilation
Keeps us producing in high elation
Posioned conceptions of nature's regeneration
Our self destruction's button
Is too late to turn off
Our distress button
Broken by Industrial Capitalism's machines
Our SOS
May still be heard by Sirius
But a few, only a chosen few
May behold Elija's chariots
Images swirl in my head
Of men being one with the dead
We've been infantilised by age-old ideologies
Elevate yourself into a higher dimension,
Did I mention you've been fooled?
Be a good little girl
And Big Brother will give you candy
Obey the rules for ages
And you'll go to heaven.
You'd be caught by Aje's
If you stay out till seven.
Burn the earth Georgie Boy,
The world is asleep
Leave us all to sweep
The spillages
In the sewages,
In the seas, and in our lands
Leave us to keep dreaming
That one day we'll survive
When we strive
To keep five
Pounds in hand
Till month end
Burn the earth Tony Boy
The world is asleep
Screw over the working class
While the middle class live large
Wage slavery in Africa
In two zero zero three
Ken Saro Wiwa's neck
Hanging loose
From a shell noose
Burn the earth Uncle Sege
The world is asleep
You think your hands are clean
After a Judas act on we
You think your hands are clean
After selling us for gold
And supplying oil to US
For the genocide at Iraq.
I rake in dry bones
From fields red with blood
Each morning I see
Fresh bodies at sea
Washed to shore by the waves
Who throws up all its pain.
The holes are lit up with terror
Burnt into skies by the horror
Of powerless mothers
Whose daughters
Were slaughtered
Its cold cold Murder.
Images swirl in my head
Of Men being one with the dead
posted by Tolu Fagbola at 6:28 AM
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