In The Land Of The Free

It seems only fitting that, with all of the new memos surfacing about how this country actually did torture and with President Obama's conviction to keep our soldiers at war "just a teensie, weensie bit longer", we should revisit a song I wrote called “In The Land Of The Free”.  I’m now subtitling it “The Torture Song” and you’ll be able to see why.  What goes around comes around.

In The Land Of The Free (click on the title for the music)

No way that we’re gonna leave here.
We’re staying ‘til this war is won.
Don’t take no shit from no sandman.
Look at the damage we’ve done.

We’ll make ‘em cop to their plans while
we work on ‘em one at a time.
Geared up for every detainee,
don’t care if they did any crime.

Sounds like you’re overlooking
our great American dream.
Think about living in the land of the free
while you bust ‘em, break ‘em
and make them say what you wanna hear.

Skies are dark, the ground’s overflowing
with the blood of badass young boys;
wading in puddles of crimson;
learnin’ that guns are not toys.

This ain’t no videotainment;
you’re choking, tryin’ to get air.
All thoughts of awesome engagement
have morphed to fear and despair.

Too many won’t get to chance at
our great American dream.
They won’t be returning to the land of the free
they been busted, they been broken,
‘cause they been made to say what they wanna hear.