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Well, the Empire Builder is at it again,
pointing his weapons and pushing his pen
to conjure up wars that no one will win,
searching for evil everywhere but within;
assuring us humbly he’s guided by God,
keeping us wary of enemies abroad
while robbing our pockets, our jobs and our rights
for the rockets’ red glare in Arabian nights.
The American Dream is becoming a curse.
The times, they are still changin’:
they’re getting much worse.
Yes, the Empire Builder has learned from the past:
His walls are much higher, his laws built to last.
He sells off our airwaves and buys up the news
to blindfold opinion and feed us his views.
He guts all our schools, then knocks on their door,
enticing our children to be weapons of war.
He lines up their faith, love and hope with his lie
and sends them as soldiers to kill and to die.
The American Dream swells up like the Flood.
The times, they are still changin’:
they’re turning to blood.
And ol’ Mother Nature is feeling the pain -
cause the Empire Builder is at it again:
plundering proudly our sweet planet Earth,
testing her tolerance for all she is worth;
raping for riches the land, sea and air,
he destroys his own future, but seems not to care -
invading whole nations to stake a new claim,
while claiming to conquer in Liberty’s name.
The American Dream is to grab all you need.
The times, they are still changin’:
they’re drowning in greed.
And when will this highway to hell hit an end?
Who will step forward the potholes to mend?
Empires rise and implode from within.
Let’s prepare for the moment when we can rush in.
When he’s asleep in his fortress of pride
he’ll be haunted by thousands of those who have died:
the mothers and children and innocent men
he murdered in glory will all come again
and whisper at midnight right into his ear:
"The one who will get you is terribly near."
Then we’ll shine our bright beacon through the cracks in his wall,
and spying his own shadow, he’ll stumble and fall.
And the war against terror this warhawk unloosed,
will come home to pluck him right off of his roost.
The American Dream is to do what is right.
The times, they are still changin’:
we’ll wake up and fight.
Yes, one step too many for mankind he’ll take.
And the bridges he’s burning will shudder and break,
Then speak out we will, and cry out we must
when being betrayed by the one we should trust.
United we stand a sure chance to win.
Let’s take back our country. It’s time to begin.
The American Dream of justice shall heal.
The times, they are still changin’ -
but this time for real.
Copyright 2003 Peter Lackner
For notes and/or CD recording contact:
PeterLackner@verizon.net
Peter Lackner
805 962-1466
520 Miramonte Drive
Santa Barbara, CA 93109 |
