Lords in the Rubble
(sung to the tune of Paul Simon’s Boy in the Bubble)

It was a blown day
And the press was bleating
And braying on a tv news show
It was a fight night
A gathering of new widows
A psalm at the end of marriage
No choir but ready to go
These are the ways of military blunders
This is the end of it all
The way they hammered hollows in our old soul
The lives they took from us all
The way we went off to a violent invasion
The crying of the mourners who say bye
These are the days of military blunders
And don’t sigh, baby, don’t sigh
Don’t sigh

(pause)

It was a high sin
It was sold across the nation
A flag unfurling its blood on the earth
And the red hand
Stirring up the cauldron
The pundits and the nitwits
We know just what they’re worth
These are the ways of military blunders
This is the end of it all
The way they hammered hollows in our old soul
The lives they took from us all
The way we went off to a violent invasion
The crying of the mourners who say bye
These are the days of military blunders
And don’t sigh, baby, don’t sigh
Don’t sigh

(Pause)

It’s a burn it down con plot
A never-ending blood art
Every penetration blows a hero off the life cart
Murdering is tactical and tactical is part, think of
The Lords in the Spastic Rubble
And the navy sinking Noah’s Ark

And yes it seems
These are the days of tasers in the Hummers
Tasers in the Hummers everywhere
Electric greetings of militant persuasion
A dose of humiliation for those who care
And those who dare, and baby
These are the ways of military blunders
This is the end of it all
The way they hammered hollows in our old soul
The lives they took from us all
The way we went off to a violent invasion
The crying of the mourners who say bye
These are the days of military blunders
And don’t sigh, baby, don’t sigh
Don’t sigh
oooooooooEmmmmmmmmmmm…

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