so you want your children
but you want your freedom, too?
well, just don't come calling north
'cause they'll know what to do:
they're like a big bad pack of wolves
and awfully mean;
they'll choke you blue
while they color you green,
disappearing into bureaucracy,
sight unseen.
hiding beyond the border river,
they're the genuine Indian giver!
and they don't like your kind
so don't bring along excuses
or you'll lose more than your mind:
there's a tent city in the dry desert air
they lock up your children there;
you'll end up in a prison rack
with a black number on your wet back.
save your heart for someone with a real heart
no chance now you'll be given a new start!
so you want your children
but you want your freedom, too?
well, just don't come calling north
'cause they'll know what to do:
they're like a big bad pack of wolves
and awfully mean;
they'll choke you blue
while they color you green,
disappearing into bureaucracy,
sight unseen.
hiding beyond the border river,
they're the genuine Indian giver!
and they don't like your kind
so don't bring along excuses
or you'll lose more than your mind:
there's a tent city in the dry desert air
they lock up your children there;
you'll end up in a prison rack
with a black number on your wet back.
save your heart for someone with a real heart
no chance now you'll be given a new start!
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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