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When the heads of nonviolent protesters need to be cracked to protect democracy, John Timony seems to be the man for the job.
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Acoustic - Folk
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May 23, 2005
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Words/music
David Rovics © David Rovics 2004 All Rights Reserved
Story behind the song
John Timoney. Police chief during any mass convergence these days, it seems, from Philly to Miami to Boston, and even an advisor to the NYPD during the same summer. When the heads of nonviolent protesters need to be cracked to protect democracy, Timony seems to be the man for the job.
Lyrics
Butcher For Hire David Rovics If you wanna have a protest in the USA You wanna speak your mind in the American Way If there are some rich white men with whom you disagree And thought you have the right of assembly There's a man that you should know 'Cause he will follow you wherever you go (Chorus) John Timoney, butcher for hire He's a brutal thug and a dirty liar He's a cop among cops, a man among men And, oh my God, he's back again And he'll protect our freedom in his own special way By smashing in your face today He'll spray tear gas in your eyes He'll look into the camera and tell lies And if you complain the deal is raw He will declare martial law (Chorus) He'll ban dancing, he'll ban art He'll ban medics on go-carts He'll ban meetings, he'll ban signs He'll ban circles, he'll ban lines He'll stand up upon his throne And say "go back to your free speech zone" (Chorus) But someday he'll meet his end He's already half-way round the bend He'll take stock of what he's done Stare at the notches on his gun He'll look into the mirror and at his poor wife And say, "Oh my God -- I've been a scumbag my whole life" (Chorus) Created February, 2004 Copyright David Rovics 2004, all rights reserved