Cancer
Words: Matthew Wargin/Carl Sandburg
Sounds: bryyn

Take your children back inside
Lock the doors, turn off the lights
The curtain of disease and destruction
Is coming back!
We'd kill you too but who would we tax?
Our ruinous wars are Hollywood famous
Big budget bombs with chemical habits
Human bodies we abuse
Carnage chic on the nightly news

"They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
     have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
     luring the farm boys."

What's this tangled salvage job
You call a garden?
All these roses gotta go
They’d look much better
When they look like a road!
Please be calm
Everything's fine
We won't worry about the warmth
'till it ruins our wine!

"And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
     is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
     kill again."

We dreamed on paper new arenas
Symphony orchestras, ballerina's
Marble ceilings, massive seating’s,
Machinery roar and guillotine blades
The market shrugs
When a worker dies-But,
Public executions make stock prices raise!

"And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
     faces of women and children I have seen the marks
     of wanton hunger...