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paint
your money black words and music by john flynn
now our
mother's bleeding
men
have pierced her heart
left
the poseidon's children
dying
in the dark
black
clouds on the water
poison in the wind
how
much will she suffer
for
the greed of men
light
your lamps at sunset
build
your cooking fires
she'll sustain your needs but
not
your sick desires
freely given blessings
hoarded into bins
darkened tides anointing
flippers, wings and fins
crimes against the wild ones
who don't understand
self appointed gods who
rape the sea and land
feckless politicians
let
the cauldron spew
after
taking questions
contributions too
roughened hands are idled
generations dreams
slip
beneath the surface
we
can't hear the screams
take
your gold and silver
tie
it in a sack
throw
it in the ocean
plug
your leak with that
shove
your gold and silver
shove
it in the crack
hang
your head in shame and
paint
your money black
(c)
flying stone music
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