**Play Song**

Please, don’t make America

Hey George, why can’t you see
That you ain’t keepin no one free
When you sing that same old song
How everybody else is wrong
You don’t really need to make it hard
Just take a look in our own front yard.

Please, don’t make America
A weapon of mass destruction.

Them rich boys that you be dancing for
Yes, them’s the ones always wantin more
Hey George, when you gonna realize
That them boys’ lord, he’s a tellin lies
Just get a look into his eyes
And you can see through his disguise.

Please don’t make my America
A weapon of mass destruction.

Let me tell you bout them boys’ lord
He is the one with the great big sword
And if he ever gets you in line
He’ll tie you up to a dollar sign
And if you don’t think you’re really free
You just better read your guarantee.

Please, don’t make our America
A weapon of mass destruction.

Hey George, you ain’t never gonna be no king
How could you ever think such a thing
Them boys just gonna keep you, on a string
Then one last song, they gonna sing
And one last bell they gonna ring
Just fore they end the whole damn thing.

Hey George, please don’t make America
A weapon of mass destruction.

Copyright 2007. Ed Gnaedinger