Democracy,Democracy
I love your Freedom Song

and down in the ally
where Sally met Ali
there's nothing but blood and shit
old mens farts and whisky sour
and someone's fading dreams
that were never there at all.

and as I look in the mirror
I just see yesterday
for today's just a haze
in my tangled jangled mind
and I have just made Sally pay.

they sent me away with my Freedom Flag
my bayonet and my gun
we would fight with all our might
for what was right and make
those evildoers pay,
but it's not that way,
no it's not that way
in the deserts and the slums.

for we blasted them and they
blasted us and everyone had to pay,
when I lost my legs
I wished I was dead
but the man said,no son
your an hero don't you know
and they shipped me back home
with the blind and the armless
to begin my life anew.

and poor old Sally
she mearnt no harm
just a laugh and a joke that's all

when she said to me "hey crippled Joe,
you still get it up or what"
and I saw red as I slit her throat
amongst the garbage, the shit and the blood.

and I still love Democracy
still sing that Freedom Song
when I am high on the drugs
they give me in here
the one's that make me dribble
and sometimes at night
I see old Sally
a laughing and smiling at me.