A Horse Named Chad for Georgie Boy

Poppy gave me a big black horse
They let me ride him when I can
His hooves they pound the ground real hard
As we tear across the land

I sit way up in the saddle
They gave me a big white hat
And a pearl handled pop gun
I shoot the brown skinned ones with that

Chad likes onions with his unions
He likes mustard on his poor
Black killer crack fills saddle bags
His voice is "give me more"

ENRON City Bank GE Rock-a-felon
His hay from the Grassy Knoll
Strategic Hamlet Native Reservations
A New World Order is his foal

His blood line comes from Auschwitz
And from up 'round Wounded Knee
He be cocaine colonization
He China White for Brave and Free

He's fire breathing gook killer napalm
Pollution flows out of his tracks
Thirty thousand foot gentleman baby killer
Nuclear fusion concrete stacks

He's ass ripping broom stick flat foot
COINTELPRO KKK
He's stabled down in Wall Street
FED and groomed by CIA

I can't feel it
when I hurt you
I feel nothing
when you cry
I feel nothing
as I kill you
I feel nothing
when you die





Copyright 2002 Loren Franklin -post the fuck out of it-