Mr. President - Shawn Phillips

Great God!

What do you see

It’s falling to the ground

The very fabric of our lives

Is turning upside down

We learn to kill before we read

To turn the bastard round

We got the means to foil the world

Does that mean we got to do it now?

Hey Mr. President I really do hope

That you don’t watch your T. V

And keep your fingers

Away from those buttons

For me and my family and my friends afar

And the ones we haven’t met

We are aware of your sophisticated toys

And the violence they beget

We don’t approve of the way things are

Much less the present set

Things gotta change in the next ten years

'Cause we don’t intend to buy the farm yet

Mr. Prime Minister won’t you administer

Decrees to decrease the war

It really ain’t funny when you’re

Makin' that money from

Gore and blood and spillin' his guts

And he really doesn’t understand why

We been fillin' his head with

Vicarious dreams, 'bout the paradise

In the sky, and if you don’t kill him

We’ll kill you is our insidious reply

'Cause it’s gone full circle

And returned again

And nobody really knows why

Hey Mr. Premier won’t you take another year

To let your people be

Elevating, tolerating

All that they could be creating