Propagandhi - Albright Monument, Baghdad lyrics
[Propagandhi - Albright Monument, Baghdad lyrics]
Wadia's best friend's youngest sister was
Denied a proper burial
For two days they couldn't
Douse the flames the
Allied planes had showered on her tiny body
And all the paper trails that lead to all
The roads that lead to all these Basras
Seems we're all just collateral damage
Waiting to be happening
In some unforeseen fucking
Pentagon budget-drill
Today's Ba'ath regime is just the
Red scare of yesteryear
And I drink myself to sleep
Because I'm losing faith
That we can amount to anything
More than reluctant human subsidies
The moving parts in a death machine
Protesting their complicity
Waiting for somebody else to throw their
Body on the churning gears
I drink myself to sleep because
I'm losing faith that we
We here in the cradle of affluence can cease
Our sickening drive for
Individual strength through
State powers' swinging fists
That we'll ever look back and laugh
At the irony that is
Atomic murderers enshrined in Independence
USA while 8000 miles from here
In the cradle of democracy
It's another banner year
For a cottage industry
A ritual at the corner
Of George and Constantine
As foundries scramble to recast
This decapitated monument
Denied a proper burial
For two days they couldn't
Douse the flames the
Allied planes had showered on her tiny body
And all the paper trails that lead to all
The roads that lead to all these Basras
Seems we're all just collateral damage
Waiting to be happening
In some unforeseen fucking
Pentagon budget-drill
Today's Ba'ath regime is just the
Red scare of yesteryear
And I drink myself to sleep
Because I'm losing faith
That we can amount to anything
More than reluctant human subsidies
The moving parts in a death machine
Protesting their complicity
Waiting for somebody else to throw their
Body on the churning gears
I drink myself to sleep because
I'm losing faith that we
We here in the cradle of affluence can cease
Our sickening drive for
Individual strength through
State powers' swinging fists
That we'll ever look back and laugh
At the irony that is
Atomic murderers enshrined in Independence
USA while 8000 miles from here
In the cradle of democracy
It's another banner year
For a cottage industry
A ritual at the corner
Of George and Constantine
As foundries scramble to recast
This decapitated monument