Lordy Lord

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This song takes the offensive about as far as one can unreasonably take the offensive, but still not so far as the ultimate offense, which is the act of committing evil and then passing on the blame, and your own cowardice in refusing to commit it, to others. My offense is merely the offense of satire.

Lordy Lord, I'm good as gold, Lordy Lord

Lordy Lord, I'm good as gold, Lordy Lord

Lordy Lord I'm good as gold

I'm just doing what I'm told

Lordy Lord I'm good as gold, Lordy Lord

Well they told me shoot a nigger, Lordy Lord

Yes they told me shoot a nigger, Lordy Lord

So I went and shot a nigger

All I did was pull the trigger

I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

Then they told me burn a Jew-boy, Lordy Lord

Yes they told me burn a Jew-boy, Lordy Lord

So I did, I burned a Jew-boy

But I left a few for you boy

I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

They said shove 'em in the ovens, Lordy Lord

They said shove 'em in the ovens, Lordy Lord

So I shoved 'em in the ovens

Well this world never did love 'em

I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

Then they told me lynch a queer, Lordy Lord

Yes they told me lynch a queer, Lordy Lord

So I went and lynched a queer

What a shame, o dear, o dear

I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

Lordy Lord they said to jail him, Lordy Lord

And to make sure no one bailed him, Lordy Lord

And I'm not the sort to fail 'em

So I went and fucking nailed him

I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

Do not think it gives me pleasure, Lordy Lord

No don't think it gives me pleasure, Lordy Lord

Obeying orders ain't no pleasure

It's my work Lord, not my leisure

When I'm doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

Lordy Lord I'm innocent, Lordy Lord

Absolutely innocent, Lordy Lord

Lordy Lord I'm innocent

Why you must blame some other men

Cause I'm just doing what I'm told, Lordy Lord

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The King of Love

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Ah the king of love’s a tyrant, his throne is made of dreams

His beauty is a painted face that’s never what it seems

He’ll burn you with a fire brighter than the stars above

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Let’s sentence him to servitude of unrequited lust

Tie him in a coxcomb or bind him in a truss

Condemn him to eternity and if that’s not enough

Then overthrow the king of love

Let’s overthrow the king, let’s overthrow the king

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Let’s overthrow the king, come on everybody sing

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Let’s take vengeance for our sufferings, our sorrows and our fears

Make him live with Jezebel at least a thousand years

Make him know the misery we’ve all had our share of

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Send him to Delilah, she will rob him of his power

Make him spy on Messalina hour after hour

You see hating doesn’t hurt you, no not even half as much

Let’s overthrow the king of love

Make him trust to Cleopatra wherever his ships are bound

Make him see Medusa every time he turns around

Leave his flesh as carrion to tempt the holy dove

And overthrow the king of love

The king of love’s a sadist, he loves to see your pain

No sooner are you out of love, he puts you in again

When walking hand in hand with him, beware the fisted glove

Overthrow the king of love

Punish all his wickedness, take his broken heart

Lash it to the crosspole, nail it to the mast

Make him hear the Sirens and know what they’re speaking of

Overthrow the king of love

Yeah, let’s wake him every hour to make love once again

Each time he claims love’s purity, make him see the stain

When he rides you like a stallion straddled from above

Overthrow the king of love

For some reason I never sing the last two verses; perhaps just the feeling that the song should have made its rather pointless point by then, and is growing tediously overlong .

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Thank You God

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Insurance companies list all the above as "Acts of God"

Now on the morning that the boat capsized

The crew abandoned and the children died

We all said thanks  for those who had survived

But who was it sent the flood?

Thank you God for the hurricanes

The tornadoes and the earthquakes and the volcanos

Thank you for the many paths that lead to death

We’ll sing out halleluyah with our final breath

Now on the day the bomb blew up the cars

They took the limbs away in plastic jars

And we all thanked our lucky stars

And offered up our prayers to God

We said: Thank you God for the afterlife

We need it since you’ve also made the bowie knife

The phantom jet, the drone and the Kalashnikov

And all the other ways that men express their love

Now on the evening that the airplane crashed

The storm was raging and the lightning flashed

Two hundred dead and only six endured

To go to church and to thank the Lord

To endure is proof that can endorse your faith

That God really cares about the human race

Six survivors are safe and warm

But who was it sent the storm?

Thank you God for the faith we’ve kept

That even on the Sabbath day you never slept

The certainty that you respond to what Man prays

But God you sure do work in most mysterious ways!

Thank you God and let us say amen

For the constant proofs that you are with us when

The human race becomes a little bit dishevelled

But who was it made the Devil?

Thank you God, and may you live in peace

For as many as you can manage of eternities

Bring us love and comfort which is what you should

Though the evidence of history is not that good

Thank you God for the mosquito

The poisonous snake and the buffalo

The vulture and the wolf and the old pogrom

The capacity of Man to make the atom bomb

Now on the day that the fruit was eaten

And Adam and Eve knew that they were beaten

They saw that they were naked and began to shake

But who was it sent the snake?

Thank you for diseases, yeah and glory be

The testament and witness of your cruelty

The famines and the droughts and the brutality

In the image and the likeness of your majesty

Thank you God for giving us Free Will

To abandon church and synagogue and mosque as well

For the understanding that you are not there

And if you are you just don’t care

Thank you God for making Paradise

But the wars of religion are not worth the price

Please can you go back and maybe try again

And now let us say amen

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It Really Doesn't Matter Anyhow

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A tribute to Phil Ochs

Well I don’t know where the soul goes 
                     when it dies

I don’t know if the holy books 
                              are just a pack of lies

I don’t know what I believe 
                                         but this I do avow

That it really doesn’t matter anyhow

I don’t know if things I’ve learned are really any use

I don’t know if this song is just a failed man’s excuse

Mine are just as deep as the thoughts of chairman Mao

And it really doesn’t matter anyhow

It really doesn’t matter how you live your life

Just find yourself a woman and love her as your wife

Try to bring your kids up in a world without strife

Though it really doesn’t matter anyhow

I don’t know how they’re ever gonna feed and clothe the poor

I don’t know how they’re ever gonna stop the next damned war

I don’t know how they’re gonna turn those swords into ploughs

But it really doesn’t matter anyhow

I don’t know why this kitchen is in such disarray

And I don’t know how the politicians get away with what they say

But the dog just keeps on barking and the cat just goes meow

They know it really doesn’t matter anyhow

It really doesn’t matter how you live your life

Behind his back your enemy is carrying a knife

Try to fill the darkness with a tiny glimpse of light

Though it really doesn’t matter anyhow

I don’t know what they mean when they talk of quid pro quo

I don’t even know what it is that I don’t know

I’ve searched the world all over from Spain to Mindanao

And it really doesn’t matter anyhow

I don’t know whata’ll happen if the banks run out of geld

And global warming heats us up and all the ice caps melt

We’re gonna be dead anyway a hundred years from now

So it really doesn’t matter anyhow

It really doesn’t matter how you live your life

The world won’t end tomorrow though the rumors sure are rife

Better do it now because there ain’t no afterlife

And so it really doesn’t matter anyhow

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