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)