If This Goes On

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D . Bm . G . A

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Well the rich bought the world and sent us the bill and now they blame 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 aren't quite 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

You say it's okay the NSA reads the emails you send your dad

while the FBI is camped out 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 ethics when your model 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Some welfare queens on Wall Street decided tax is obsolete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, 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 and extended droughts can't penetrate their sneers

'Cuz some weatherman in Tacoma says we're just playing on their 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.