Power Can't Cure

July 26, 2000

Be careful what you say — they'll kill you, you know
You might be sick or dying and they'll put you on death row
Take away your medicine and peek inside your room
Make you choke on their lies and toss you in your tomb

It's happened before and it will happen again
As long as they're fighting this drug war we're in
They'll take all your heroes and kill them each one
It's all done "for the children," for profit and fun

Power can't cure, but it knows how to kill
It does so with ease, and it does so with skill
It killed Peter McWilliams without a hint of remorse
"Every war has its casualties," said one well-placed source

Pretty soon, don't you know, they'll have tobacco to ban
Just one more vice made a crime, in this so-called free land
They'd make my lover a criminal, like a mugger or thief
While dismissing the crimes of our Rapist-in-Chief

Try to live free — with justice, in peace
Hoping power's tight grip will one day release
And if that day comes, far and away
Remember the dead, in peace may they lay

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