American Idle

 

AMERICAN IDLE (K. McMaster)  –  7:26

 

Watching the people on the streets today,

I couldn’t change their minds,

By dropping bombs on their family and friends,

I couldn’t change their minds

 

Some have no sense of self-preservation,

Just smudging the date on their expiration

 

Watching the people ’round their shelled-out homes,

I couldn’t change their minds,

By carrying a rifle and a U.S. flag,

I couldn’t change their minds

 

They don’t appreciate our determination,

Just ignorant fools from a Muslim nation

 

Heaping the bodies on the pile today,

We couldn’t change their minds,

Just as the Nazis tried all those years ago,

But didn’t change their minds

 

To justify extermination,

A pagan plight on a Christian nation

 

Pouring the fuel on the fire today,

He didn’t change my mind,

By preaching that we should kill them all,

He didn’t change my mind

 

Dogma is the infestation,

In the mind of the priest seeking revelation

 

He shot his friend in the face today,

It didn’t phase his mind,

Said he didn’t give a damn about his failing fued,

‘Cause he had closed his mind

 

May I suggest a clean castration,

A preventative strike against more procreation

 

Saw him stuttering on the news today,

Starting to lose his mind,

A democratic defense of his bloody deeds,

We couldn’t change his mind

 

When Dubya speaks it’s just masturbation,

Jerking off his dad’s frustration

 

Watching the idiots on the news today,

We didn’t change their minds,

They fucked it the first time, they’ll fuck it again,

We didn’t change their minds

 

Just more notes for publicating,

A blow job for a Nielsen rating

 

Watching the kids on reality shows,

We didn’t feed their minds,

Singing their bullshit in pursuit of fame,

It’s on all the time

 

Singing “Black Bird” to impress the nation,

While they haven’t got a clue about the British Invasion

 

In their beautiful houses, with their picket fences,

Couldn’t change their minds,

Monstrous flags hung on mobile homes,

We couldn’t change their minds

 

The world just sighs ’cause they’re more educated,

While the Yanks sit idle with their heads inflated

 

Watching from this distance had to shake my head,

‘Cause we couldn’t change their minds,

Worry ’bout a time when they might want us dead,

‘Cause you can’t change their minds

 

From the album MAID IN CANADA (PURCHASE HERE)

and the book LOVE AND ANGST, BUT MOSTLY ANGST (PURCHASE HERE)

 

(Copyright 2009, Kevin McMaster)