Bed In

A Bed in

An angel cries when the war machine turn on
The dead they lay like garbage heaps  long gone

 It makes me wonder

Cans they clatter as the movement of rage turns on
The dreams i had won’t leave me now i thought they were all gone

I wonder

Is it time for a bed in
  Time for a resignation
Is it time for a bed in
Time for demonstrations
No hesitation

I wonder

The cowboys and the empire and all that’s inbetween
We put you through the wash but you never come clean

and i wonder