this war is a murder of the 33rd degree
let me tell it to you boys like it was told to me
through the stones and the mud and the sycamore tree
i promised that i wouldn’t keep the truth inside of me
see, every year they gather at Bohemian Grove
to sacrifice their care to the undertow
and Moloch he watches through the skull and bones
wipes his blood red beak on the money that you owe
and i think they got something hidden underground
this war is a murder of the 33rd degree
let me tell it to you boys like it was told to me
through the stones and the mud and the sycamore tree
i promised that i wouldn’t keep the truth inside of me
see, every year they gather at Bohemian Grove
to sacrifice their care to the undertow
and Moloch he watches through the skull and bones
wipes his blood red beak on the money that you owe
and i think they got something hidden underground–
weird lights in the sky, i heard some strange sounds
but this thing has no country and it has no name
when the Eye in the Pyramid is running the game
When the Eye in the Pyramid is running the game
So mister can you tell me do you see the signs
i think we missed an exit and we’re running out of time
and all the messengers are jaded and the captain is blind
cut the seed out of my belly, drown it in the wine and sing
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh…
Pin the earth with your obelisks and watch her writhe
little pressure here and pressure there will bring the red tide
and the pendulum is swinging low but everything is fine
just drink up your Dr. Poison and have a great time
in your vacation hollywood reality show
just sit back and hit rewind and watch it all implode
oh remember when a woman didn’t have to be a stick?
pretty face perched on top sayin, how many licks?
This war is a murder of the 33rd degree
let me tell it to you boys as it was told to me
i saw it painted in black on the side of city hall
they tried to cover it up but they couldn’t get it all
Remember when a song was worth more than gold
little histories tapestried to each one of its notes
and remember when the revolution wasn’t just a fad
it was on the brink of happening then the acid all went bad
and they took away the pot and replaced it with crack
turned the Panthers into zombies*, said, “Lock up all them fags!”
well FUCK THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT for running the show
FUCK THE PUPPET MEDIA
FUCK THE NWO
if you see what I see then let them know
they can take away our liberties but they can’t take our souls
This war is a murder of the 33rd degree
you gotta poison the root if you’re gonna kill the tree
so they tell us from the time we’re born we’re never truly free
and we’re selfish if we put faith in our divinity.
But I always suspected that there was something going on
just below the radar and underneath a song
and when the Towers fell i knew something was wrong
time to wake up Mamma she’s been asleep too long
So all you pretty horses come trample the streets
these people are alone in the deep city
but there’s a current underground
take the shoes off your feet
let the vines cover it all, bring roses out of concrete
They say, “Oh my pretty child, have you lost your mind?”
I say, “The stars are biting now, better throw out your line,
Cast a net from your rooftops and watch them shine
pretty pearls in your hand you got no right to hide.”
This war is a murder of the 33rd degree
let me tell it to you boys as it’s been told to me
all the books that I read and the songs that I sing
are just pebbles in the river of the voiceless and the weak
But if one pebble stands and says, “I am a stone.”
Soon the others realize that they can hold their own
and then the river rises and the dam is blown
well time to wake up kids, time to come home,
time to come home.
*not literally. The Panthers are alive and well, and certainly not zombies. I just mean that when the CIA brought crack into the inner cities, it was their intention to zombify the revolutionary movement.
Copyright 2008 Cheryl Anderson–
