Fiery leaves

Begin to drop

March 23, 1997, 4:51 A.M.

Thirty State Bummers

Take a pee pee take a Bum

Take your choice for number one

Old man more or someone new

Take your choice someone new

President Clinton President Dole

Number three you’re in a hole

Anchor two or anchor four

One’s a liar one’s a bore

Richard Helms Angleton live

We were lucky to survive

Jesse Helms & dirty pix

Dance your fate with his party mix

Idi Amin General Mobutu

Were paid by me & you

They were bought by me & mine

Albania, number 9

Mr. Allende was number 10

Pinochet Dictator then

Death squads in El Salvador

We paid D’Aubisson to score

Guatamalas by the dozen

Pat Robertson was country cousin

Rios-Montt the Indian killer

Born-again General Bible pillar

Nicaragua squeezed between

Col. North & a cocaine queen

Drug Czar Bush gave Company moolah

To Noriega Panama’s ruler

Venezuela’s Drug War Chief

Turned around to be a thief

Mexico’s general drug-war head

pumped informers full of lead

State Department’s favorite bloke

In Haiti he sold tons of coke

Till Aristide unhex’d the curse

CIA filled Cedras’ Purse

White Peru’s its Indian shame

Gave “Shining Path” worldwide fame

Then dictator Fujimori

Paid the World Bank hunky dory

With Indian Class the majority

Peru got respectable with poverty

Made a deal with English banks

To pay back USA with thanks

The price of rubber tin went down

Cocaine syndicates come to town

Now the money’s in cocaine crops

U.S. Hellies do their dope air drops

We got rid of the President of Costa Rica

He had no army he didn’t kill people

Lots began in ’53

Guatemala couldn’t break free

United Fruits annulled the vote

As Alan & Foster Dulles gloat

Then unseated Mosaddeq

& left Iran a police-state wreck

Then we sold the guy in Iraq

Money to bomb Iranians back

Central America Middle East

Preyed on by “Great Satan’s” beast

Worst of all, & hell be damned!

Think what happened in Vietnam

Laos, victim of the war

Nobody really knew what for

Cambodia, caught by the tail

When we blew up Mekong’s Ho Chi Minh Trail,

Descended into Anarchy

Pol Pot’s Maoist Butchery

Shihanook’s book before that day

Was called “My War with the CIA”

Who’s to blame, Who’s to blame

Anybody share America’s shame

But there’s more! Count the score!

So far we got twenty-four

25 is Afghanistan

Fundamentalists armed by The Man

Tribal Drug Lord Mountain gangs

Veiling up their own sex thangs

Looking around for number 26

Indochina was the Colonial sticks

France introduced the opium crop

France would sell the Chinese hop

Britain, U.S. got in on the deal

Opium war made the Emperor kneel

China opened to our own junk men

Shanghai famous for the opium den

Strung out on junk we took their silk

The yellow peril drank Christian milk

We’re doing exactly the same thing again

In Indochina with Marlboro men

Smoke our dope to be Favored Nation

Nicotine cancer next generation

Who’s pushing this new dope ring?

Senator Jesse Helms the Moralist King

Peaches Prunes & company goons

For the next two-hundred eighty eight moons

NAFTA NAFTA what comes after?

Toxic waste—Industrial laughter

Industrial Smog, Industrial sneers

Industrial women weeping tears

Wages low no CIO

No medical plan oh no! no! no!

No FDR No WPA

No toilet time, human say

No overtime no other way

Yankee work for a dollar a day

No jobs today No jobless pay

No future life but turn to clay

Work hard for a little bit of honey

But USA takes all the money

March 24, 1997, 10:40 P.M.

 

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