Sloganeering

[letterexchange]

You pick up your bag of slogans
And you head to the edge of town
Where no one will know your face when
You bring your judgment down
You cry out for retribution
For the blood of the just screaming from their hands
And you’ll work all you new miracles
With the laws of man

And you don’t seem to think it’s fair
But I do…

You pick up your bag of slogans
And you head downtown
Where you congregate together
To bring the system down
But not before you fill up your tank
Get yourself another 5 dollar drink
And get another signed release
To skip those classes mom and dad gave for free

And you don’t seem to think it’s fair
But I do…

You pick up your bag of slogans
And you head to the courthouse
Where you gather your anger and signs together
To stop the stolen vows
You say to yourself what better time then now
To trade some fair game taunts
I suppose that it’s alright
because you know better what God wants

And you don’t seem to think it’s fair
But I do…

All these bastards and their sloganeering
Their well rhymed and well timed colorful phrasing
The death of their minds made all the more easy
By strings of sounds bites made for easy repeating

You pick up your bag of slogans
With your head on TV
You cry “no war for anything
Unless it’s a war for me”
A war on drugs, a war on disease
A war on hunger or spiritual need
A war on anything as long as it suits me

And you don’t seem to think it’s fair
But I do..