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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Corruption (Song Lyrics)

Author's Note: I could hear the voice of Bob Dylan singing this as I wrote it.


Kick the stones that have no hope.
They’re little more than hardened dirt.
A noose is but a piece of rope.
Kick the chair and end the hurt.

Bullets, blades and bastards too;
Cold hearted sons of bitches
Want the very last of you
Dead and lying in the ditches.

Blood is just a sacrifice.
Bones are little more than stones.
Blood can turn as cold as ice
When a body’s left alone.

You think you know somebody well.
It turns out you were wrong.
A man can burn in his own hell
Long before his life is gone

And I know all these things
By my brother’s suffering
I know all this truth
For I learned it in my youth
And I’ve met the angel of destruction
I have hoped and dreamed in vain
Driven my poor heart insane
It’s not like me to complain
About corruption

You cry and scream and pray to God
I don’t think He’s listening
You think I’m a little odd
You don’t know what you’re missing

Churches, schools and governments
They’re full of higher learning
They’re full of tyrants and hypocrites
The world just keeps on turning

Send your children off to war
Send them off to college
Don’t know what they’re fighting for
Their minds are void of knowledge


Their blood is just a sacrifice
Appease your higher powers
But do not take a friend’s advice
If he’s not one of ours

And I know all these things
By my brother’s suffering
I know all this truth
For I learned it in my youth
And I’ve met the angel of destruction
I have hoped and dreamed in vain
Driven my poor heart insane
But it’s not for me to complain
About corruption

Oh, the poor and weak are gathered
By the strong and wealthy hands
To their footstools they are tethered
Cannon fodder for this land

Look around you, you may see
Prophet there a walking on the water
Before they point your gun at me
They’re aiming at your every son and daughter

I leave you to your hangman’s noose
Stretch your neck and close your eyes in sorrow
I’m giving up for its no use
You won’t do a thing to change tomorrow

So kick the bones that have no hope
They’re little more than skeletons
Their hands are tied with careful rope
By all the cruel and jealous ones

And I know all these things
By my brother’s suffering
I know all this truth
For I learned it in my youth
And I’ve met the angel of destruction
I have hoped and dreamed in vain
Driven my poor heart insane
It’s not like me to complain
About corruption

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