Body Bag Parade

Lyrics, by rawgod

See them lying on the ground
Dying bodies all around
Hear the bullets in the air
Whistling here whining there
Ripping into human skulls
Finding homes in human hulls
Bringing death to those alive
IS THIS THE END FOR WHICH WE STRIVE!

Give us peace give us peace
Make this fucking dumb war cease
Bring our brothers home today
Stop the body-bag parade

See the boy from New York die
A bullet blasting through his eye
See the boy from Houston Tex
A bayonet thrust through his neck
See the boy from Washington
Underneath the jungle sun
His rotting carcass can’t be saved
NO ONE TO DIG THE BOY A GRAVE

(Spoken) In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the dead short days ago
We lived felt dawn saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved and now we lie
In Flanders Fields our voices cry
WE DIDN’T WANT TO FUCKING DIE!

Give us peace give us peace
Make this fucking dumb war cease
Bring our brothers home today
Stop the body-bag parade

Down the street the casket comes
The only child of aging mom
She has no reason left to live
Nothing else that she can give
The army took it all away
They offer her his unspent pay
She’d sooner have her dead boy back
PUT THE COLONEL IN THE SACK!

Give us peace give us peace
Make this fucking dumb war cease
Bring our brothers home today
Stop the body-bag parade

(to fade)

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Author: rawgod

Still a Hippie, and proud of it. Have my BSW, now retired. Would have preferred to be a Dr. of Philosophy, but the university I went to wouldn't let me study my own philosophy. Your gain, their loss. I live on the edge of society with my partner, five cats, a broodmare, and a three year-old filly who might make her racing debut this coming summer or fall. Remember the name, Tricksy T Clanton.

2 thoughts on “Body Bag Parade”

    1. No flashbacks, wrote the lyrics in about 1970. Couldn’t interest anyone in it back then, not even the one band that was already doing a different song I composed the lyrics for. Too racy. Finally gave it to my ficticious band, The Cold End of the Bathtub. A fictional wish-filled autobiography. Chapter One can be found at http://rawgod.tripod.com/theBathtub/index.htm
      still needs rewriting, lol

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