preacher boy

Lyrics

Bombs are fallin’ as the white moon waxes
400-million dollar plane, paid for by death and taxes
He leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and relaxes

Bombs fell on a school, he asks how many were hurt
But they’re still diggin’ bodies up from the rubble and the dirt
He changes channels, as he spots a new stain on his shirt

He says, can’t you see we are engaged in warfare?
We can’t be worried about paying for daycare
The red crescent says there’s gon’ be trouble
All the toys they found, down in the rubble

He won’t negotiate, ‘til he can cash the check
Red creeps above his collar, just like a bootprint on the neck
He declines the suggestion for a new photo on the flight deck

He holds a briefing in the cabin, and talks only of payback
The hungry press awaits to feast on the blowback
He white-knuckles his wife, until he reaches the tarmac

He says, can’t you see we are engaged in warfare?
We can’t be worried about paying for daycare
The red crescent says there’s gon’ be trouble
All the toys they found, down in the rubble