Blues In D Songtext

they're just the slaves - of their appetite
they get stoned - on television
and they die
with self consious insanity

but though im - happy with nausea
bombs explode - that's all ill ever need
to wake me up
and write my blues again


so thank you - mr president
i owe you - the meaning of this song
i hope that you'll
be glad to sing along

masters of war - hard 'rain will fall again
even the pawns - 'can kill the king at chess
you praise your god but he's just your mind thinking aloud