Tag: USA

The Enemy Of Your Enemy

Andy and Mandy getting done for secrecy
While no one’s getting done for rape
Meanwhile in the United States
He’s gone to war in Iran with his man Benny
A man with many bodies on his hands
In Palestinian lands
Oh man, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

Now they’re bombing kids from the girls’ school
Cos that’s what they think big men do
Big men who do child sexual exploitation
Kidnap and kill heads of other nations
Well at least the ones with loads of oil
Oil for the bully to despoil
Makes your blood boil, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

War, what is it good for?
It’s good for staying out of trouble with the law
Making totally exonerated yesterday’s news
Corruption’s tolerated when the missiles cruise
It’s good for Dan Eck, big tech, war machine makers
Stock price gamblers, military fakers
Killing neighbours, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Rotting From The Inside Out

You can smell it when he’s about
You can hear it when he opens his mouth to spout
Inanities, insanities, profanities
Racist for a moment then denies it
Crazy idea he blue skies it
Kite flies it
He’s rotting from the inside out

Just look at his hand
To understand
Expanding the brand
It ain’t going to plan
He’s rotting from the inside out

Doesn’t care if his lies are found out
If you tell enough lies the truth dies
And liars thrive
His paedo ally’s
Convenient demise
The make-up’s a thin disguise
He’s rotting from the inside out

We’ll still be here when he’s gone
We’ll still be singing our song
About right and wrong
He’s rotting from the inside out

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , Leave a comment

I Ain’t Mad At You

“That’s fine, dude
I ain’t mad at you”
So he thought he’d treat her to
A bullet or two
Maybe the third one killed her
When they denied her medical help
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself

They pepper sprayed him
But it wasn’t enough
For trigger happy agents
High on acting tough
His last words “Are you okay”
To the woman that he helped
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself

Smart uniforms, microphones
And blatant lies
Middle class protesters
Threatened agent’s lives
The world watched in horror
At what could’ve been themselves
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself

When the price you pay for freedom
Is a classroom of dead children
Your second amendment rights
Viewed through iron sights
The way you see yourself
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Minneapolis

A poet’s words heard for the first time
Are like something you already knew
A poet should say what needs to be said
A poet should speak it true
A poet should say what you need to hear
And you know she was a poet too
Minneapolis was yet another outrage
But this time she looked like you

Rest In Power, Renee Nicole Good

by Categories: poetry, SteveTags: , , , , , , , Leave a comment

America’s Broke

This land of the free, land of opportunity
This land of decree and presidential immunity
This land of MAGA suck-it-up
And everybody’s got a gun

This land of the free, this land of the brave
This land where rich folk go to misbehave
This land of tariffs
And society coming undone

This land ain’t your land, this land is their land
Where the borders are closed and dissent is banned
And the boots are on the ground
Like fascism one-oh-one

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
A truck load of ICE agents coming into sight
Chasing people of colour
Wearing masks and shooting guns

Oh, say can you see by Jeffrey’s list
That power and abuse always coexist
And the land of the free
Is run by fortunate sons

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

The star-spangled banner’s looking pretty grubby
The star-spangled banner’s looking for the money
Grifted away from sea to shining sea

The star-spangled banner’s looking pretty grim
When everything hangs on a presidential whim
To grift it away from sea to shining sea

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town
This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Shot With Guns

It’s their Second Amendment right, they say
To carry a gun
Just in case they feel the need
To shoot someone
The price they pay, they say
For carrying guns
Is quite a long list
Of shot someones

There goes another one
There goes another one
On the long list of someones
Shot with guns

This one’s name was Charlie
Not a nice chap
But not nice ain’t no reason
To get shot at
On tour with his horror show
And on the MAGA cheque
Poor old Nasty Charlie
Got one in the neck

There goes another one
There goes another one
On the long list of someones
Shot with guns

They’ve got school shootings
They’ve got mall shootings
They’ve got police shootings
They’ve got belief shootings
They’ve got fear shootings
They’ve even got ear shootings
And a long list of someones shot with guns

There goes another one
There goes another one
On the long list of someones
Shot with guns

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

A Country Without Heroes

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
Art dies at the hand of content
Celebrities and brands

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
Larger than life
Is all that leaders understand
Larger than life
Is all that leaders understand

In a country without heroes
Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie
In a country without heroes
Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
Anyone can be a millionaire
Or so they’re told

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
Everything’s for sale
And everything’s been sold
Everything’s for sale
And everything’s been sold

In a country without heroes
Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie
In a country without heroes
Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
One man’s abject poverty
Is another man’s trillionaire

In a country without heroes
Where the people worship cartoon characters
Millions are in poverty
And the trick is not to care
Millions are in poverty
And the trick is not to care

In a country without heroes
Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie
In a country without heroes
Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be
Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be too

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Sir Kier is Late For the War

Dear Donny, I’m so sorry I was late
I thought we had two weeks to get the message straight
You know that’s what the airbases are there for, mate
When Ronnie bombed the Libyans, we didn’t hesitate

I’ve got Lammy standing ready with a statement to make
He knows there’s a special relationship at stake
And if there’s war to be made, then war we shall make
I could do with some ban-the-burqa action to take

So, let me know Donny, if you’re gonna bomb some more
I wanna be like Margaret and Tony before
Not getting invited would leave me pretty sore
Dear Donny, I’m sorry I was late for the war

by Categories: poetry, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Big Beautiful Bill

They call him Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
On his way
To Capitol Hill

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He ain’t gonna help you
When you ill

He’ll steal from the poor
To give to the rich
Big, beautiful Bill’s
A Robin Hood switch

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He’ll borrow money
Like no one else will

For every dollar
He’ll borrow half more
Big, beautiful Bill’s
Debt’s outa the door

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill

Bill liked a girl
Her name was Liz
Her kinda thinkin’
Was a lot like his

She borrowed money
Until it went wrong
Like Bill she won’t listen
To the words of this song

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill

They call him Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He ain’t gonna help you
When you fall ill

He’ll steal from the poor
To give to the rich
Big, beautiful Bill’s
A Robin Hood switch

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill

Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , Leave a comment

Great TV

Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well

Has anyone got a hand cart?
For Mr Zelensksy
Has anyone got a hand cart?
He’s hailing a taxi

And it’s gonna make great, great TV
Great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV

Has anyone got a hand cart?
For sofa shagger Vance
Has anyone got a hand cart?
He’s overdone the bantz

Has anyone got a hand cart?
For I’ve got a letter Kier
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Charlie won’t want him near

And it’s gonna make great, great TV
Great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV

Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well

Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Yeah, Donald’s got loads to sell

And it’s gonna make great, great TV
It’s gonna make great, great TV
Gambling with World War Three
Great TV

Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
It’s really not going well

Has anyone got a hand cart?
We’re on our way to hell
Has anyone got a hand cart?
Yeah, Donald’s got loads to sell

by Categories: Lyrics, SteveTags: , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment