Once
for a Thousand Years
Once a
long time ago things got so very slow
Went
down to Guantanamo and built me an Alamo
Built me
an Alamo down in Guantanamo
To stand for the status quo to Tierra del Fuego
I see a
land called Chile, a man named Pinochet
Who was
dancing that way thanks to our CIA
Saw a
ghost named Allende behaving so friendly
He was
killing me gently ever so absently
Took one
look at Brazil, the USA off the pill
Indians
still to kill, still adding the bill
Saw Rio
de Janeiro from the ground in a turbo
All the
tinshack condos on Free Enterprise Row
Sailed
to old Venezuela on the back of a white whale
Left a
petroleum trail delivering the U.S. mail
Then
dancing a cumbia went to Colombia
Quoting
Rumi and creating Vietnamia
Cruised
into Guyana on the back of a piranha
An
unshaven bwana to gather the manna
Saw the
old Amazon fight the personal liaison
From the
side with the jam on for the battle with Mammon
Went to
El Salvador found out what’s the dollar for
Fill the
rich and kill the poor in a capitalist liquidating holy war
Inside
our Honduras where our best people assure us
It’s
safe for the tourists they'll scarcely endure us
Just got
back from new Grenada acted like the Marquis de Sade
Use islands as cannon fodder, killed someone's sons and daughters
Ran into
St. Stanislaus on his way back from Panama
Reading
George Bernard Shaw on his way to the Mardi Gras
Learned
all about Cuba while watching the tube
A
brainwashed boob sitting there in my cube
Tried to
starve them out and poison their trout
That’s
what we’re about since the rise of our Old South
Given a
stick or a carrot and forced then to bear it
Which
one has more merit and which one would just tear it
Then
consider it's your mother with no choice and no druther
And the
same for your brother would you choose the other
Out in
the side yard strolled the National Guard
Where
the scenery is marred because justice is barred
Out in
the side yard do not let down your guard
Some
Alabama wild card bayonet you real hard
Back in
the front yard all the media bards
Show you
all the marked cards fill your head up with lard
Back in
the front yard there are feathers and tar
Put your
bod behind bar put your mind in a jar
Saw the
gringos with guns fill up Greyhounds with nuns
Leave
the land of the huns to sell hamburger buns
Met a
man named Sam lost a gonad in Nam
Lost his
nerve in Iran has a head like a frying pan
Met a
great nation of sheep still fast asleep
Listening
to some new creep up on top of the heap
Met a
man named boy thought he was Tolstoy
Often
mad and annoyed with some other paranoid
Met a
history of lies of indivisible size
With
footnotes and asides in whispers and cries
Met a
humankind nearly out of its mind
Hitting
you from behind taking what it can find
Met some
fading dreams in some mixed-up schemes
trying
to scream while crossing a stream
Met an
angry pacifist married to a happy fascist
Who
together found bliss reading Reader’s Digest
Overheard
an old gringo who lived as a dingo
Playing
a game called Butcher Bloc Bingo
Gringo
gringo gringo all in the name of jingo
You
butcher people anywhere you can learn the lingo
Uncle
Sam is damned, damned, for its Butcher Bloc Bingo
B is for
the butchery.
I is for
the Ingles.
N is for
the Nihilism.
G is for
the Gold.
O is for
the Oil we drain for instance from old Mexico
Butcher
Bloc Bingo
Soon you
see where the recruits go
Where
they will get shot get jungle rot
Where
freedom is not there’s cheap coke and great pot
And
United Fruit’s corporate criminal roots
And muy
mucho toot for the generals' mucho loot
It’s
colonial booty our imperial duty
It’s
ready fire aim in a genocidal shame
It’s a
freeze frame of guilt and sleazy blame
With
specific events and specific names
Like El
Mozote et al of infamous fame
It’s
Butcher Bloc Bingo
It’s
still cavalry versus Indians
And
Calvary for peasants and nuns
A gift
from the glorious pale nation
In its
latest manifest dustbin mutation
It’s
no wonder the peasants run
Here
come the haughty free press puns
Bananas
and nuns cocoa and the runs
There
must be some other way to have fun
Than
Butcher Bloc Bingo
Why the
guaranteed calamity
And
planned chaotic infamy
With
zealous Christian infantry
So
jealous of infinity
All
counting each extremity
And with
a banjo on each knee
To
string along the not-so-free
Plain
acting like a Yanqui
Yanqui,
Yanqui, Yanqui
More
stubborn than a donkey
You get
the drools such able fools
And
continue till you are the ghouls
Strangling
your own freedom rules
And
tearing down with all your tools
Gone to
lengths that are so honky
Why are
you like this Yanqui
Too fond
of hanky panky?
Which
are you Drac or Frankie
Have you
lost the art or lost your heart
You’re
leaving out the peaceful part
Why are
you like this Yanqui
Are you
asking for a spanky
What
makes you so blamed cranky
And not
to shout but to leave no doubt
Our path
to war is a Southern states route
If you
want to know what our wars are about
Just
hear the fears from a good ol' boy's mouth
It's the
enemy this and the hatreds they tout
If they
don't get wars soon just watch them all pout
Peacetime
for them is a long hard drought
And
they're not alone just pick up the phone
Dial a
number at random turn over that stone
Most
people believe what they most want to hear
Especially
the things that they most want to fear
They'll
listen all day to a rational voice
And
later that night make irrational choice
And
that's how our own Confederate South
Became
Sherman's Marching Yankees
And
that's how our own Confederate South
Became
Sherman's Marching Yankees
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