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Black Snow

dark red sunset, baby’s got a bad cough
uneasy feelin’, hard to shake it off
winter’s too wet and summer’s too dry
look at mother nature with a tear in her eye

I see a lot of big heads with little bitty brains
brag about the flag wavin’ military trains
and the missles and the muscle and the deadly desire
leavin’ all those runaway oil well fires

and the wind picks up and it carries it away
to London, and Cairo, and old Bombay
and there’s black snow fallin’ at the top of the earth
while the banker’s out countin’ up his money’s worth

and it may be too late this time
and it may be too late, I can almost see to the end of the line

hypnotized with the words we use
sounding out the big lie, calling it news
and the undertaker’s solemn glance
at the great ceremonial patriot’s dance

a woman told me this story, she had tears in her eyes
she said we’re all being buried by a mountain of lies
somebody’s gotta tell it, somebody’s gotta care
there’s just too many unborn babies out there

and it may be too late this time
and it may be too late, I can almost see to the end of the line