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On the Amazon - To Don McLean
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Oh ya! Oh ya! the evil empire tottering rotting is dead
Oh ya! you who shot bombed and bled the east ain't red
No more must workers yearn for freedom
No more can bosses cut whip and bleed them
Kafka's Gregor a butterfly not died and rots
Mothers fathers brothers sisters - - war is fought
Fought and lost. The captive nations do not sleep
Ferdinand was shot in Sarajevo's heart so deep
Now the Serbs Croats Muslims Orthodox - - fight in vain
They kill themselves with Stalin's chain
Burn pillage rape a village crush their eyeballs
Blow the mosque up pull the church down tip the temples
Kill the livestock salt the earth poison the well
Grenades and rockets, bombs and napalm: what the hell
Slip the dogs of war let them be what they are
Parents weep for sons and daughters asleep among stars
The captive nations are free look what they express
War pestilence famine and death no rest
A higher form of animal? God's image? I hope not
Where have all the flowers gone the rest I forgot
Cain and Abel tower of Babel Amos 'n Andy
Tooth and claw eye for an eye that's just dandy
Ashes to ashes dust to dust spread it must
Our sons aren't expendable in God we trust
God's not available He's on tour in a bus
Oh when will they ever learn... don't make a fuss
Go team go war's a game spreads like butter
The land is ruined trees are dead cows have empty udders
Hey Fidel, how're you fixed for blades better check
Freedom democracy free trade God ain't dead yet - what the heck
California's broke no joke up in smoke have a coke
The Pope's no dope pass the rope don't mope
On the Amazon, wild velocopides among the weeds'll snare you
And the menopause with hungry jaws'll scare you
Dorothy's gone, Pee Wee Herman hold on - - don't let go
John Boy, Robin, Tonto, Dale Evans, we need you
Oh ya! Oh ya! Oh ya!
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