a song for the gulf 
 

 

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