GUNS AND BUTTER By Tom Jensen
I am trying to turn history’s page
I am dying to contain this inner rage
I am finding it hard for just twelve to gauge
If I’m lying right to your face when I say:
“Oh….for what I’ve done I am very sorry”
If you believe this then you don’t know me
So what if I got bad feelings I gotta bury?
Where I’m from we run from problems…
And THEN we worry…
We are the new Rome
The legions are cheering the killing
Come down and see
All of the blood that has been spilling
We got gladiators slaying mediators
Just as angry Christians mame the lions
Oh…this is what we call entertainment
Even durin’ the Dark Ages they’d be cryin’
We got a lot of gates we use to separate
Church and state and free will and fate
Monopoly over industry known to you and me
As our guns and butter free market economy