Ma Moses

They’re standing over where we sleep
There they stand and shake the law
We owe them anything they’ll take
No, we don’t owe these men, at all
But they smell the bodies in the air
And they hear the moaning from the walls
Dance and laughter fills this place
There’s more here now than ever was
And when you stand here in my room
Could it kill you just to laugh?
And when your hands are over me
Have the decency to ask
«Ma'am, it’s all here in the book
And I hate to say this time has come
Button up now and get dressed
Grab your kids, and come along.»
By the wear here on my skin, sir
And by the blood here in my tongue
You’ll take your papers someplace else
And keep your damned hands off my young!
And when he came around the bed
I grabbed the gun right off his belt
And put it up against his head
He dropped his hands, and then he knelt
Not a tear, no not a strain
You’ll never know how good it felt
Standing over blood and brains
To send that man straight to his hell