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Jim Creston


American Spy


A long long time ago
I can still remember how
the Russians and Chinese teams used to make me cry
and I knew if we had a chance
that America could make people dance
and maybe the world would be happy for a while
But the news made me shiver
with every sound-bite delivered
spun words from the corporate criers
I couldn't take one more ditto head
I can't remember how often they lied
When I read about the Tibetan bride
but something touched me deep inside
the day our motto died
so

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned my flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries

Did you write the book of code
And do you have faith in God above
if the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in red, white and blue?
Can stars and stripes save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to pray real slow?

Well I know you're in love with them
cause I saw you boasting on the media spin
You both wore you flag lapels
Man, I dig those freedom props
I was a lonely and married broncin' buck
with a summer sound-system in my truck
but I knew I was out of luck
the day our freedoms died
I started singin'

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned my flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries

Now for seventy years we've been on our own
and the rich cats grow fat on crippled backs
but, that's not how it used to be
when the jester sang to the union men
in a coat made with American hands
And a voice that came from the talking heads
Oh and while the voters were looking down
the jester stole their liberty crown
The courtroom was adjourned
The verdict was returned
And while Eisenhower warned
the Military Industrial Complex churned
and we sang America The Beautiful with eyes in the dark
the day our freedoms died

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned my flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries

Helter Skelter from the 24/7 media eye
The drones fly off to a complex shelter
Eight miles high and circling slow
they shoot video and rockets from their wings
The players tried for a foreign slant
with the jester on the sidelines panting gold coins
Now the breaking news was sweet perfume
while the corporate state played a fearful tune
we all got up to dance
oh, but we never got the chance
cause the players tried to take the field
the marching band played
~He's AWOL From The Guard~
Do you recall what was revealed
The day our freedoms died?
We started singin'

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned our flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries
Oh, and there we were all in one place
a generation tracked from outer space
with no time left to start again
so come on corporate voters who said
Social Security is dead
now it's owned by your banks,
you lost three-quarters, and still blame the yanks
Cause money is the devil's only friend
and I as I watched her on the stage
her lipstick red with full of rage
no angel born in hell
could break this corporate spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite
I saw her laughing with delight
the day our freedoms died
She was singin'

Hi hi Miss American Spy
Drove the freedom fighters crazy with all of our lies
Them good ole kids smoking synthetics and huffing for a high
singin' this will be the day they will die
this will be the day that they die

I met a girl who sang the blues
and I asked her for some happy news
but she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
where I'd heard the stories of freedom years before
but the man there said the fighters all died
and in living rooms the children screamed
the lovers lied, and the poets died
but not a word was spoken
The freedom bells were all broken
and the three I admired the most
Freedom, Safety Nets, and Natural Foods
they caught the last train for the coast
the day our freedoms died
And they were singin'

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned our flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries

And left in the wake
was a President who cried for liberty's sake
and before the vote
gave pardons to all three,
Cheney
Bush
and Rummy.
He kept telling me it was a war we had to win
drones killing taxpayers without trials
while the three biggest killers are free
with war dust, I just can't see
the lies from truth when I told I'm free
and I began singin'

Bye bye Miss American Spy
burned my flags to ashes while the book-burners cried
them good ole reds
liberal-shamming
with fear in their eyes
singin' this will be the day that America cries
This'll be the day America cries





Thank you, Mr. Mclean

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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