I've lately been thinking of an old friend
Who I haven't seen in a while
Last night I dreamed that the same friend
Passed without saying goodbye
Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eye on a different prize
The thing is, some leaders are players
And players sometimes can be clowns
And clowns then sometimes can be dangerous
When they're there and yet they can't be found
The Big Mac, the big man, the big bomb
The power of money and lies
The power of fear in the people
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eye on a different prize
Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Drill, baby, drill
Don't, baby, don't
Don't you hear the winds, feel the fires as they burn?
Beautiful planet, beautiful home
Drill, baby, drill
Don't, baby, don't
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
Don't you hear the kids as you blindly bulldoze on?
Beautiful children, starved to the bone
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
Who I haven't seen in a while
Last night I dreamed that the same friend
Passed without saying goodbye
Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eye on a different prize
The thing is, some leaders are players
And players sometimes can be clowns
And clowns then sometimes can be dangerous
When they're there and yet they can't be found
The Big Mac, the big man, the big bomb
The power of money and lies
The power of fear in the people
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eye on a different prize
Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Drill, baby, drill
Don't, baby, don't
Don't you hear the winds, feel the fires as they burn?
Beautiful planet, beautiful home
Drill, baby, drill
Don't, baby, don't
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
Don't you hear the kids as you blindly bulldoze on?
Beautiful children, starved to the bone
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
Kill, baby, kill
Don't, baby, don't
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Album: The Wind Doesn’t Blow This Far Right