If This Goes On

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Well the rich bought the world, and sent the bill to me and you
And the ones who should have warned us have more important things to do
They've got their marching orders to say things that just aren't true
Each move goes to the least unwilling pawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
The Partygoers promised us oppression they would fight
with guns and Jesus and and gritted teeth, minds locked up safe and tight
But peaceful protesters are welcomed by police bearing arms
While the Partygoers cheer on their plastic lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
They took away due process, and locked it in a cell.
Nobody has heard from it, though we're told it's doing well.
They promise someday all will be revealed in a secret show-and-tell
I sometimes wonder if it's all a con
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
You say you didn't realize how much control they had
They own your phone and TV screen, all the books on your iPad
So it's okay the NSA reads your texts and thinks you're on a jihad
and the FBI goes camping on your lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
You voted for the frackers; I guess some people never learn.
They fracked the midwest up quite well; I guess we deserved a turn.
They'll be fracking up the seaside soon -- oh, the clean-up jobs you'll earn
and the stretches of oily sand you'll walk upon
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
With copyright extended from now until doomsday
Vague threats of litigation can make us pay and pay.
As yet there's still no evidence what Aaron did was wrong
But what's justice when your hero is Genghis Khan?
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
Some welfare queens on Wall Street decided tax is obsolete
That is to say, for them - the budget's our task to complete
And if you want a safety-net, well, the shelter's down the street
It's quite popular -- I hear the spaces are all gone
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
The TSA can grope your kids, but still that's not enough
to make you stop and ask why they are doing all that stuff
Real terrorists aren't terrified of people acting tough
They just put on a badge and a baton
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
They think some protoplasm is worth more than a mother's life
They'll bomb out every clinic to save it from the surgeon's knife
And then reward the rapist with his victim for a wife
When the child is born, all protection is withdrawn.
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
The ice caps will be gone soon, but still they plug their ears
Rising tides, long droughts, and violent storms won't wash away their sneers
'Cuz some weatherman in Tacoma says we're just playing on your fears
Wait 'til the disastrous conclusion is foregone.
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.
I haven't said enough, but maybe you'll understand.
I've probably talked your ear off - I hope that's covered by your plan.
The situation calls for words outside of my command
And I don't like where we're going if this goes on.