Would Shock
(apologies to Joni Mitchell, artist and poet and angel)

I came upon a child of Ron
He was looking to make private a road
And I asked him, what’s with the tolls
And this he told me
I’m bowing down to Friedman’s charm
I’m going to touch the invisible hand
I’m going to make private the land
I’m going to try a southern strategy
We are bloodlust
We are beholden
And we’ve got to go bulldoze
All of the garden
Then can I shock and awe you
I have come here to wag the dog
And I feel to be a hog in something muddy
Well, maybe it is just all those damn queers
Or maybe it’s the line in the sand
I don’t want to know who I am
But you know life is for burning
We are bloodlust
We are beholden
And we’ve got to go bulldoze
All of the garden
By the time we got to counting
We were killing millions of Cong
And everywhere there were lungs deinhaling
And I dreamed I saw the hippies
Standing out thumbing a ride
And we shot them: they vaporized
It was a great day
We are bloodlust
Workin’ on our jargon
We are beholden
Selling whiskey in Phnom Penh
And we’ve got to go bulldoze
All of the garden

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History of this song parody: I read dday’s Those Goddamned Dirty Hippies post over at Digby’s Hullabaloo. End of history lesson.

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