Propagandhi Lyrics
Albright Monument, Baghdad

Wadia's best friend's youngest sister was denied a
proper burial because for two days they couldn't
douse the flames the allied planes had showered on
her tiny body. And all the paper trails that lead
to all the roads that lead to all these Basras
make it seem like we're all just "collateral
damage" waiting to be happened in some unforeseen
Pentagon budget-drill. Today's Ba'ath regime is
just the Red Scare of yesteryear. And I drink
myself to sleep because I'm losing faith that any
of us will ever amount to anything more than
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reluctant human subsidies, the moving parts in a
death-machine, protesting their complicity, but
waiting for somebody else to throw their body on
the churning gears. I drink myself to sleep
because I'm losing faith that we, here in the
Cradle of Affluence can cease this sickening drive
for individual strength through state-powers'
swinging fists or that we'll ever look back and
laugh at the irony that is: an atomic murderer is
enshrined in Independence, USA while 8000 miles
from here (back in the Cradle of Democracy) it's
another banner year for a cottage industry ? a
ritual at the corner of George and Constantine -
as foundries scramble to recast his decapitated
monument.