Song Description
This is fast & angry protest song with elements of old school punk & rockabilly, a la X, Green Day, & The Reverend Horton Heat. The lyrics concern the current war in Iraq, the recent flooding of New Orleans, & tries to show a connection between rising cri
| Song Length |
2:48 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Country - Rockabilly |
| Tempo |
Very Fast (171 And Up) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Outraged, Irate |
Subject |
War, Poverty |
| Similar Artists |
Green Day, The Stray Cats |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We spam the missles into minarets
To make a desert that we could call peace.
We cuff our pants up so we don't get wet
& pray the rain don't break the levees.
& meanwhile every corner's got a gun or liquor store,
& pundits are complaining welfare fattens up the poor,
& you ask me why there's so much crime,
I wonder why there isn't more.
Come on.
We watch the news by satellite dish
& swallow every single paid-for lie,
Then say that Kanye's acting foolish
For saying what's on half the world's mind.
& New Orleans is sinking while we fight The Oil Wars,
& they drag their feet in DC while Katrina pounds the shores,
& you ask me why there's so much crime,
I wonder why there isn't more.
Come on.
We ship our young & penniless off
& cut tax for the richest top percent
Then we send 'em home all combat rated
& wondering where the living-wage jobs went.
& it's five feet high & rising while the poverty line soars,
& we horde supllies & MREs like junkies on a score,
& you ask me why there's so much crime,
I wonder why there isn't more.
Come on.