A thousand young men in body bags {SF}
A THOUSAND YOUNG MEN IN BODY BAGS.
He stood up there on the podium
His voice it sounded like sodium
He made a pledge to the people of his land
He would send a million men to the desert sand.
A thousand young men in body bags
Returned from the desert and the storm
The president says he won and he brags
But his blood is as cold as his gun is warm.
They fight in the east, they fight in the west
The president he knows what is best
The color of his skin is white
The president he knows what is right.
And a thousand young men in body bags
Returned from the desert storm
The president says he won and he brags
But his heart is as cold as his gun is warm.
They fight for their kind of democracy
They fight for hypocrisy
They invaded a country based on a lie
Prime ministers never asked them why
When a thousand young men in body bags
Returned from the desert and the storm
The president says he won and he brags
But his blood is as cold as his gun is warm.
Maybe they thought they could strike oil
The country grew red from the blood on the soil
The dictator was caught and he got hung
As we realized that the reason was wrong.
And a thousand young men in body bags
Returned from the desert storm
The president says he won and he brags
But his heart is as cold as his gun is warm.
The next president his color is black
Viciousness is what he might lack
His heart may be warm, his mind may be pure
He too will be judged, that much is for sure.
Finn Langgaard, April 16, 2009*
Note*: Well, what-do-you-know - this song was actually written on the birthday of Her Majesty Queen Margrethe of Denmark - isn't that a funny coincidence!