The Party

The flag, the klan, the gang, the pardon
The wet bag over your head right when you think you’re dead they pull it off
Snatched oxygen, the water boiler sets in
Swimming to Cambodia, more questions while you cough
Interrogator, hand of a coroner, blood in the cornea
The patriot, the foreigner, the church, the synagogue
The fall of a war, the mosque got guns all on the floor
Blundering saboteurs with hands red and
The king’s dead (Long live the king)
While bullets sing, the military wing, the freedom fighters
The terrorists, the paramilitary pied pipers marching children out of remote
villages
housing project kids looking out for pigs and polished timbs
But you could count they ribs
The guns, the swords, machetes, tear gas
The rule of law, the US marine corp
The ends and means, rough riders in the Phillipenes
Kill em all, let the Devil sort em out
The Maoists, the communists, the imperialists, the opportunists waiting for the
wind to shift
The flag, the klan, the gang, the pardon
(Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come;
thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the
kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.)
The flag, the klan, the gang, the pardon
The marching order, the memorandums for torture
Black ops on the border, them and us
Good and evil, minarets and steeples
We the people recognize these truths to be self evident
The leader, the politburo, the revolutionary command of president
Drinking blood at the last supper
The hardest thugs kissed their mothers before stepping into the void
The drugs, the gas, the wiretaps, damn right I’m paranoid
The unemployed, the poor
The n**** outside the corner store
The innocuous envelope full of abstract scores
The Cold War, the smoking barrels of no man’s land
speak to Pharaohs
Convoys part the red sea for that dinero
Start the siege with humvees full of dead heroes
The lies, the half truths, the flies that Jack proves
The spy’s eyes, yellow ribbon tourniquet tied for the troops
The inherent contradiction of precision munitions
The search and destroy missions
The alchemy of turning fact to fiction
The politics, nothing personal
Farm equipment to runaway slaves to Union Army conscripts back to sharecroppers
n****'s be versatile
The path, Black September, the hidden agenda, the ski mask
The anonymous bomb blast
The cash under tables made of glass
The insurgency, the guerrillas
Natural born killers, battlefield surgery
The moment I realized they murdered me
The teenager in the gurney burned third degree
Casper Weinberger perjury, the wise be Mercury
The flag, the klan, the gang, the pardon
Put your hands up
Are we having a good time? Are we enjoying ourselves?
Liberty and justice for all
You wonder why people in other countries hate us?
Liberty and justice for all
Deceiving the world
Liberty and justice for all
You wonder why people in other countries hate us?
Liberty and justice for all
Using blood splattered banners as nationalist kites