War Drum (This Ain't America) Lyrics


Camouflaged in the red, white & blue

an American son

hear the steady rhythms of the ancients

like a primal rerun

“he was a good boy”

he turned out right

but he’s digging us deep in a bottomless pit.

He’s got big demographics -exit polls

competition zero

dropped out of high school -went to ‘Nam

he’s a superhero

media puppet institutions

daily spin of the constitution

I’m sick of it all -it ain’t goin’ away

it’s the same old song – “liberty”

All I can hear is the beating of the war drum

and it’s all drawn out

nothin’ but misery (now come on)

painting the centuries (this ain’t America)

from the pharaoh to the marrow

give me straight and narrow

this ain’t America

Politics and a run to the center

but we keep buying more

“Cry Havoc!” (for the casualties)

“and let slip the dogs of war” (that’s Shakespeare)

Eye on the past but we’re blind today

as nuclear bombs blow us all away

if we don’t wake up soon and realize

tomorrow is gone and it’s kingdom come on a gangway…

beating of the war drum

feed a hunger’s madness

breeding the battleground (from the low road)

a holy war hell bound (here comes another one)

from the crusades to our masquerades

I’m a freelance renegade

unbreakable faith now

look for the high road

this ain’t America…

All I can hear is the beating of the war drum

and it’s all drawn out

nothin’ but misery (now come on)

painting the centuries (this ain’t America)

from the pharaoh to the marrow

give me straight and narrow

hey – hear the beating of the war drum

hear it beating now?

We’re taking a beating from the war drum

humanity singing “we will overcome”

We’re taking a beating…

feed a hunger’s madness

breeding the battleground

a holy war hell bound

ALL WAR DRUM.

Ghost dance for a romance

it’s a game of chance

for the piss-ants

take a solemn stance

in your circumstance

and start a war dance…

beating of the war drum

and it’s all drawn out

breeding the battleground (now come on)

a holy war hell bound (this ain’t America)

from the pharaoh to the marrow

give me straight and narrow

come on -this ain’t America…no, no. no…