The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer Lyrics - Singles - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy

It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic 

The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence 

Election November before the winter of the long hot summer 

Somewhere in the desert we raised the oil pressure 

And waited for the weather to get much better 

For the new wind to blow in the storm 

We tried to remember the history in the region 

The French foreign legion, Imperialism, 

Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah were all we learned in school 

Not that we gave Hussein five billion 

Not of our new bed partner the Syrian 

And of course no mention of the Palestine situation 

It was amazing how they steamrolled 

They said eighty percent approval 

But there was no one that I knew polled 

No one had a reason for being in the Gulf 

We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up 

But no one would wake up 

Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's 

For corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly Hillbillies 

With perfect timing the politicians rhyming their sentiments 

So nicely oil gold and sand my sediments precisely 

We regretfully support the lunacy 

I'm afraid there is no time for more scrutiny 

National unity preserve our community 

Teflon election opportunities were in profundant abundance 

On January second the Bush administration 

Announced a recession had stricken the Nation the highest quarterly 

Earnings in ten years were posted by Chevron 

Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands 

As the deadline in the sand came to an end 

So much for the peace dividend one billion a day is what we spent 

And our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the end 

When schools are unfunded and kids don't get their diplomas 

They get used for gun boat diplomacy disproportionately 

Black or brown we see bullet catchers for the slave master 

Then the conservatives called up reservists 

To active service left families nervous but more importantly broke nine Hundred a month but the check came late, army red tape you see 

This golden opportunity, we watched the tube and read the newspaper 

The propaganda of the gas masked rape 

Was the proper slander to whip up the hatred 

The stage was lit and the lights were all faded 

The pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and generals masturbated 

'Til the fifteenth two days later they invaded 

Not a single T.V. station expressed dissension or 

Hardly made mention to the censorship of information 

From our kinder and gentler nation blinder and mentaler retardation 

Disorientation, the pilots said their bombs lit Baghdad 

Like a Christmas tree, It was the Christian thing to do you see 

They didn't mention any casualties, no distinction between the real 

And the proxy only football analogies 

We saw the bomb hole, we watched the Super Bowl 

We saw the scud missile, we watched Bud commercials 

We saw the yellow ribbons, saw pilots in prison 

We never saw films of the dead at eleven 

Angela Davis addressed the spectators 

And shouting above a rumbling generator said 

"If they insist on bringing us down 

Then let's shut the whole country down" 

Marching through the downtown 

A hundred thousand became participants 

And we heard the drums of millions off in the distance 

Rushing through the cities some of them did things that weren't so pretty 

Most were there for primal scream therapy 

News men concentrated on the negative liked the jingoists more 

Peaceful protesters ended up on the cutting room floor 

Nintendo casualties of the ratings war 

More bombs dropped than in World War II 

On in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion 

Business as usual for our nation 

Could you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead 

The city of Stockton coffins locked in when we clocked in 

Not to mention civilians, the loss of life on both sides 

Pushed the limits of resilience the scent of blood in our nostrils 

Fuel of the fossil land of apostle 

The blackness that covered the sky was not the only thing 

That brought a tear to the eye or the taste of anger to the tongues 

Of those too young to remember Vietnam 

Is heroin better in a veteran's mind 

Than the memory of the dying laying in a line 

Is it the smell or the shadows heaving and weeping 

That keeps the soldier from sleeping as he sings the orphan's lullaby 

When the soldiers put down their bayonets 

The strings are chained to the marionettes 

Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet 

We replace the dead with new cadets 

Will we hate those who did the shelling 

Or will we hate those who weren't willing to do the killing 

When the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roost 

Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness 

For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness 

For the dreaded debt this mess delivered us people