from her poem in 2008:
to a song in 2017
Good to find out that Buffy Saint-Marie is still making music.
words:
[Verse 1]
Ooh, you’re slick, you investors in hate
You Saddams and you Bushes, you Bin Ladens and snakes
You billionaire bullies, you’re a globalized curse
You put war on the masses while you clean out the purse
And that’s how it’s done, war after war
You old feudal parasites, ya just sacrifice the poor
You’ve got the cutting edge weapons, but your scam’s still the same
As it’s been since the Romans, it’s the patriot game
[Refrain]
That’s the war racket
It’s the war racket
It’s the war racket
It’s the war racket
[Verse 2]
You twisters of language, you creeps of disguise
Your disinformation’s like worms in your eyes
You privileged bankers, you gambler thieves
You profit on war, you think there’s just less money in peace
So that’s how it’s done, time after time
Country after country, crime after crime
You pretend it’s religion like there’s no one to blame
For the dead and impoverished in your little patriot game
Honey, that’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
[Verse 3]
You’ve got the world’s greatest power and you team up with thugs
Make a fortune on weapons, destruction and drugs
But your flags and boots and uniforms start to all smell the same
When all sides are killing in the patriot game
And that’s how it’s done, and you’ve got our sons
In the crosshairs of horror at the end of your guns
And your national anthems all start to smell like shame
When all sides are dying in the patriot game
[Refrain]
It’s just the war racket
That’s just the war racket
It’s just the war racket
Hey, that’s the war racket
[Verse 4]
And war is never, ever holy
That’s just a greedy man’s dream
And you two-faced crusaders, both sides are obscene
War’s not made by God, war’s just made by men
Who misdirect our attention while you thieves do your thing
And that’s how it’s done, about every 30 years
The rich fill their coffers, the poor fill with tears
The young fill the coffins, the old hang a wreath
The politicians get photographed with their names underneath\
It’s the war racket
It’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
It’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
That’s the war racket
