Bruce Cockburn - They call it democracy

From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) Subject: CRD: They Call It Democracy by Bruce Cockburn THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY by Bruce Cockburn (1985) Who rob life of its quality Who render rage a necessity By turning countries into labour camps Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom Sinister cynical instrument Who makes the gun into a sacrament The only response to the deification Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations' Idolatry of ideology North south east west Kill the best and buy the rest It's just spend a buck to make a buck You don't really give a flying fuck About the people in misery I see the paid-off local bottom feeders Passing themselves off as leaders Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows And it's open for business like a cheap bordello And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy And they call it democracy, and they call it democracy You see the loaded eyes of the children too Trying to make the best of it the way kids do One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast They call the revolution IMF dirty MF Takes away everything it can get Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt And they call it democracy * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." *