Lyrics
I could do without seeing the day,
Little James O’Conner grows up to fight the English war,
Why do we need to see another helpless stranger fall,
To the thousand year war?
And I could do without losing my best friend,
To the voice of freedom calling,
When it’s with his blood that they’re a’ paying me,
The wages for a shackle and a stone,
To keep the truth from being known,
And I could do without my little sister growing up,
To see what games await of awe and curiosity,
To be told that she’s to serve, love, and obey,
A dangerous game,
That’ll steal the nightime from the day,
And the dreams she’s not yet made,
And I could do without,
Having to tell my little girl,
When I’ve grown and lived my days,
A tale about the souls lost a long run away,
Once there were forests, apes, leopards and crooks,
Soldiers and villains, and heroes in books,
Children at war ‘bout angels and more,
Poets and dreamers that stopped a whole war,
Artists and painters that told us the tale,
A hunt between sexes, both female and male,
Death for a reason, they promised revenge,
Blood word so thick, from the Isles to Stonehenge,
The African, Korean, Afghani war,
English, Iraqi, Berlin Wall,
Northern & F*ckin’ South Vietnam,
‘bout Hitler, Stalin, and Mao t’se Tung,
Bush 1 & 2, and Frankie D. too,
Atomic, Nuclear, Bio Bomb,
Submarine, Missiles, the cure for AIDS,
Well If I had it my way…
I’d turn the page...
