I Hope You Know By Lee Cassanell

The Jews are killing gentiles And the world is run by reptiles Queen Elizabeth herself Is such a snake There are UFO's in Roswell All philosophy is causal Aristotle can't explain The wheels of fate. Shake on up some margaritas If the ladies come from Venus I'm a Martian man A few light years from home, I don't care to pay a visit I'm communing with the spirits And they're drinking me to death I hope you know.

The Yanks are killing Arabs There's no justice in the scabbards Of a nation so dishonourable And tart In that land of moral lepers JFK was shot by shepherds Pressing pictures of Monroe Across their hearts. Stir on up some Gin & Tonics Watch the missile guided rockets Turn a school yard into piles Of dust and bones New Orleans is underwater Uncle Sams black sons and daughters Are still drowning in their tears I hope you know.

The Chinks are killing Buddhists But no newspaper will publish How the Maoists dreams become A living Hell All the rich keep all the riches While the peasants dig the ditches To the sounds of sobs And constant mourning bells. Mix on up some Mint Mojitos I won't bore you with the details But the end is nigh And bloods about to flow, There are horsemen in the distance They're relentless and persistent And they're coming for your soul I hope you know.

The Gods are playing Marbles Writing riddles in their bibles Playing poker with a stack Of human life. We believe they'll send salvation As the warring of the nations Claims another broken son And fallen wife. Light on up a Cigarillo As your head falls on the pillow Rest assured we're out of time And on our own, So rise up you sleeping soldiers Hoist the Earths weight on your shoulders If you pause....then is all lost I hope you know

Copyright ©2007  Lee Cassanell

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