| FAR BEYOND THE PROBING EYE (PHILIP FROST) |
| Far beyond the probing eye of C.I.A. and F.B.I. Of K.G.B. and M.I.5 your simple dream is kept alive A thought you have becomes a word You wanna say is never heard We learn to run, we run and fall And finish backs against the wall With nothing to sing, nothing to say They like it better that way The government say “we’ll make a better day” I’ve got nothing to say Bags of cash are spent each day running guns to far away While we at home give charity to causes that should never be We dream of a Utopia, a fertile Ethiopia The people there don’t wanna play They’re waiting for a rainy day With nothing to sing, nothing to say ….. I saw you taking money from the land of milk and honey Groping on a Playboy Bunny The children walk the streets at night They learn to run or learn to fight Men who speak the truth are shot God knows when we’ll stop the rot Wouldn’t it be good to say our generations saved the day We’re just a lot of frightened men Who made a world of us and them With nothing to sing, nothing to say ….. |
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