Uncle John Lyrics

"Uncle John"By Tom RappThe wind winds the platformBlows through your suit creasesYou want usTo crucify the enemy for JesusWith your chamber-of-commerce soulYou talk of war so boldGod is on our side, butHe's lost in your wallet-foldAnd the widows a-sighingThe children a-cryingThe screams of the dyingSay you are lying, Uncle JohnYou pull out your Sunday GodAnd hold him up so proudAnd say he is with usTo the Applauding crowdBut the brun-blackened placeThe shredded disfigured faceDon't say that God is LoveThey say that you are HateAnd the widows a-sighingThe children a-cryingThe screams of the dyingSay you are lying, Uncle JohnYou stand up on the platformWith the flag wrapped all around youAnd tell us that the Bible saysTo fight for it we're bound toBut the Red's for the blood we loseThe White's for the gauze they useTo cover burned-out blackened menThe rest is for the bodies numb and BlueAnd the widows a-sighingThe children a-cryingThe screams of the dyingSay you are lying, Uncle John