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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #575
Peak in subgenre #169
Author
Robert Gowland
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 09, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
First of all, let me stress that I'm not anti-American. I'm from Canada, America's neighbor, ally, trading partner, etc... All the G8 nations share the blame for what our corporations are doing in the developing world. However, the fact remains that, to most of the world, America is a symbol for all developed nations, so I used that symbol in this song.
This song is a true story, and unfortunately an all too typical story, about a Latin American family that is pushed off their land by some multinational using American made helicopters and guns. Moving further into the jungle, the family resorts to growing coca for the drug trade, manufacturing cocaine using chemicals made in America. The last part, about the soldiers trained by America I added to the story, but it is true that the US is going to other countries and training that country's soldiers to fight the war on drugs there on their behalf.
I had to write about this because it made me so angry that we were making money off of every step of this family's misery, and then sending in the family's countrymen to clean up the mess for us.
Lyrics
See the whirley birds descend
Flatten grass and bend the corn
Underbellies bore the phrase
This bird was made in America
See the soldiers clear the land
Towns abandoned to hands with cash
Muzzle flashes light the label
This gun was made in America
Angels and demons in your house
Demons beat the lame and rob the poor
All the angels close their eyes
Block out the cries and buy some more
See the coca fields in blosom
Growing poison to feed our children
Displaced wilderness subsistance
To make way for America
See the factory process the harvest
From the harmless make the toxic
Impossible if it were not for
Chemicals imported from America
Angels and demons in your house
Demons beat the lame and rob the poor
All the angels close their eyes
Ignore the cries and buy some more
See our neighbours armed againsts us
To crush the only second chance we got
War on Drugs fought by national
Soldiers trained by America
See the smoke rise from the fields
Signal that we're left with nothing
Signal that the deed is done
Signal that its time to move on
See treasure ships unfurl their sails
Sail off to fill their cargo holds as
Nation after nation founders
In the wake of America
Angels and demons in your house
Rob the poorest of the poor
Angels barely done digesting
Don't ask the question, just ask for more
Conquistadors without faces
Nameless vagrants we become
Why do you need an opiate
When your hearts and minds are already numb?
God bless America
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