Sunday, December 13, 2009

612 : 12/13/99 : Soldiers (Flesh and Bones: An Homage 59/101)

Soldiers of humanity
Out to save all sentient life
ain’t that something pretty big
ain’t you just the butcher’s knife
Ain’t you just the pruning shears
ain’t you just the cheese
out to save all sentient life
and me too as you please
soldiers of humanity
rooted to the spot
meditate these blues away
while I smoke lots of pot
in your temple far away
and very long ago
you showed them a thing or two
that’s really all I know

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here

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