Ah, Look At All The Frightened People. (To the tune of 'Eleanor Rigby') By Maurice Fairfield.

Ah, look at all the frightened people Ah, look at all the frightened people John Winston Howard Leading us all by the nose till we're next for the chop Look at him smiling Heaping it on with a spade while he's stirring us up Why does he do it? All the frightened people admiring leaders bold All the frightened people all doing as they're told

Posting us magnets, kidding us all to believe that the foe's at the gate Feeding us bullshit Breeding a climate of terror and hate Votes on a plate All the frightened people doing as they're told All the frightened people doing as they're told All those Iraqi's, crushed in the ruins of what was their home Look at them bleeding John Winston Howard counting the votes as he welcomes the troops coming home To his white picket world All the frightened people doing as they're told All the frightened people doing as they're told

Copyright © Maurice Fairfield 2004

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