Into Battle

© 2020

Maman je me suis cache sous terre
Ils ont detruit l’helecoptre
Je suis la seule entrain d’mourir
Les cons, ils ont me du mentir, ils ont me du mentir…

After your fun with the pig, Noriega, You turned your attention to Oil
you’re still out in the sand, with your excuse to hand, you argue and you carve out new spoil.
Back in New York all the money men talk, “Another killing needs to be made” and
Meanwhile divisions of tanks and provisions are moved, and the money-men paid…
And they always get paid…

Hey Mom, I’m hiding underground. They shot my helicopter down.
I’m out here on my own dying and those suits must’ve bin lying
must’ve bin lyin’

“Part of the reason we went into Iraq, erm, was, erm, was erm… The main reason we went into Iraq at the time was we thought he had weapons of mass destruction… Turns out he didn’t”)

Maman je me suis cache sous terre
Ils ont detruit l’helecoptre
Je suis la seule entrain d’mourir
Les cons, ils ont me du mentir

Pretty soon bodies lie stinking in wadis, and still you don’t finish up with your enemy
Your righteousness spent in your advertisement for your technology
Now they kill a few back, so you’re on the attack with machines that can think, or so it seems
Smart bombs your pride and the missiles that surf on laser beams

Hey Mom, I’m hiding underground.
They shot my helicopter down.
I’m out here on my own dying and
those suits must’ve bin lying

“D’you understand that we have to restore America’s standing in the world. We have to rebuild the middle-class dream in America”

Your agents buy beers for the men with ideas in Jerusalem
If they can figure the pull of a trigger, there’s a use for them
I know you paid the fees to the man with a key in Columbia (or Libya)
And out of your pockets come the guns, bombs, rockets and hysteria!

Hey Mom, I’m hiding underground.
They shot my helicopter down.
I’m out here on my own dying
and those suits must’ve bin lying

“This is my rifle
There are many like it but this one is MINE
(This one is mine...)
Without my rifle I am nothing – say it you fuckin’ idiot!
Fuckin’ say it -REPEAT AFTER ME!
Repeat after me:
Without my rifle, I am nothing... I am nothing, I am nothing…”

Wont you tell me again, how your national pride
Has been regained, are you warm inside?
Well your ‘ideals’ stink and your senators think that
Their worn out votes are promissory notes for…
Life in a Bubble
They couldn’t take more trouble

Do they think their ‘apparatus’ gives them just the right status, to say
“I’m a reverend of the cross, so you better understand whose the boss”
They smile and cheer in choirs, while your men start fires
in a different world, where the price of a girl
wouldn’t pay for a thread, of the silk on your bed

“30,000 additional troops’ target the insurgency and secure key population centres– the days of providing a blank cheque are over”
“…president acknowledged his new approach to the war is likely to cost the US 30 billion dollars in the next year…”
30 billion dollars
dollars

But the cash keeps coming and the grunts are humming
as they march on the border, to crush the disorder
“My Mama don’t you cry… Marine corps model is Do or Die”)
while you stock up their bars, put fuel in their cars,
which you buy with the lives and the long silent knives
of your influence
How can I make any sense of it?
How can I make any sense of it, now?

You would lose your grip and your mind would slip
If you saw one minute of your work and what’s in it,
But you’re much too busy, getting high, getting’ dizzy
On coke and the power, you’re God of the Hour
So close to the top, sayin’ “whose gonna stop me now?
Whose gonna stop me now?”

“Front line soldiers… acting in real time and with real authority to…
defeat the enemy”

Maman je me suis cache sous terre
Ils ont detruit l’helecoptre….
Je suis la seule entrain d’mourir
Les cons, ils ont me du mentir

“No place is beyond the reach of American might and American arms
Retribution will be fast and powerful
Swift, decisive and overwhelming force
Our support is not
“a blank cheque…”

“Under my administration many billions of dollars more is being spent on our military and this includes vast amounts being spent on our nuclear arsenal and missile defence”

“…pin my medals on my chest – tell my mother I did my best - my mama don’t you cry… marine corps model is ‘do or die’…)