WHO IS UNCLE SAM ?
Who is Uncle Sam?
Who is this Uncle Sam?
Someone please tell me
Got my brothers in a jam
Lord, they ought to see!
How he got my black brothers
Of all the evils they experience
Yet they don’t seem to bother
See, these racists ain’t got no conscience.
Register for the draft, the law is final
Spill your blood for the multinationals
Not for yourself, your blood is water
Invade EI Salvador, forget Vietnam it no longer matters.
Our interests are at stake
Our national security is at stake
The communists are on the loose
Well capitalists what am I to lose
Stop this we stuff right here
Cause I ain’t got no factories down there.
He came here
In search of the American dream
Not the slightest fear
Sure was full of steam.
Across the Atlantic ocean
Risking the Pirate’s den
In search of liberation
His nightmares up till then
Were turning into sweet dreams.
Hit the coasts of Florida
Miles from the “hell” of Cuba
Roaming the streets of Miami
There was no job he could see
Did get one at last
But was worked like an ass.
His dreams turned to nightmares
God, what an American illusion
Saved he enough for a plane fare
Headed home ward bound over the ocean.
I pity the poor immigrant
For he’ll eat the Big Apple of wrath.
Hungry in a land of milk and honey
Searching through the garbage
For bottles to sell for money
My frozen fingers tied up my baggage.
Capitalism ’s graveyard is awareness
Shall selfishness survive generosity
Is a bird’s freedom leaving her chicks’ nest
Braveness ain’t filling a toilet wall with grafiti.
Is there ‘”democracy” in the United States
Whose survival is based on ignorance
A few determine most people’s fates
Clinging to ignorance with arrogance.
Ronnie perish with your nuclear rockets
Your old friends Breznev and Andropov kicked the bucket
People like you out lived their usefulness
For you survival depends on fitness.
Master of Terror
Industrialized countries are so organized
‘Cause the people’s mind’ve been well re-arranged.
Russian sabotage of communism
Draws protests from Marx’s grave
Western Bourgeois Capitalism
Makes workers its slave.
The Kremlin is a house of traitors
Uncle Sam is a master of terror.
Stream of Tears
Angel of the Fleetin’ streets
Pearl by the unending high ways
Slave of the changeful fashions
Princess with the flashin’ eye lashes.
Ever bled by society’s tongue
And rebuked by moral hypocrites
Thou art flattered by the whistles
For thou dreadeth dishonour.
When ye suite the lusts of men
Thine loneliness reaches its high
And when thou regardeth thy future
The tears flow in their streams.