Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. President, artist - Shawn Phillips. Date of issue: 31.12.1973
Song language: English
Mr. President |
| Great God! |
| What do you see |
| It’s falling to the ground |
| The very fabric of our lives |
| Is turning upside down |
| We learn to kill before we read |
| To turn the bastard round |
| We got the means to foil the world |
| Does that mean we got to do it now? |
| Hey Mr. President I really do hope |
| That you don’t watch your T. V |
| And keep your fingers |
| Away from those buttons |
| For me and my family and my friends afar |
| And the ones we haven’t met |
| We are aware of your sophisticated toys |
| And the violence they beget |
| We don’t approve of the way things are |
| Much less the present set |
| Things gotta change in the next ten years |
| 'Cause we don’t intend to buy the farm yet |
| Mr. Prime Minister won’t you administer |
| Decrees to decrease the war |
| It really ain’t funny when you’re |
| Makin' that money from |
| Gore and blood and spillin' his guts |
| And he really doesn’t understand why |
| We been fillin' his head with |
| Vicarious dreams, 'bout the paradise |
| In the sky, and if you don’t kill him |
| We’ll kill you is our insidious reply |
| 'Cause it’s gone full circle |
| And returned again |
| And nobody really knows why |
| Hey Mr. Premier won’t you take another year |
| To let your people be |
| Elevating, tolerating |
| All that they could be creating |