The voodoo doctor sits on its throne Looking around and making a loud grown The people sit and watch as he throws up a fit Throwing some people into the hot fiery pit Then in the doorway of the cave stands a large man That just has crossed the hot desert sand He yells …
We have come to the time of year to make our vote But we find that some think of it as a stupid joke Our fathers have served this country to give you that right But your brain has been clouded and you just want to fight We listen to a man speaking as …
It’s late at night I hear the doorbell is ringing As the people are out and starting their singing I look at my calendar and wonder what is so special about this day As some want to bring back the tradition of May Day Just a simple jester sometimes is all that it takes To …
I listened to a man that was at the international show That talked about his country with a shiny glow Their homes are built with stones from their land As they have lasted through time and still look so grand He talked how it was different drinking in their bars For the beer is served …
It’s four in the morning when the drill sergeant open the door We hear it time for you to clean up my dirty floor We wonder why he insist to yell at us so loud Maybe it because he always so proud But now it time to run to the mess hall As we …
The air is cool when the sun begins to rise Wondering if this day will be a great surprise There are many tasks that need to get done And they must be finished before I can have any fun As I take a short break and sit under the old tree I hear a soft …
If we are to be one nation under God Why do we hear so many people getting robed There is killing happening in our street Just because someone went into the gangs beat The drugs have gotten out of hand And our police work hard to make a stand Our firemen are sent to put …
I sit by the camp fire and listen to all the different sounds As the leaves were falling down to the ground The stars were shinning and filled the sky Then I heard the dear as it was walking by The crackling sounds were coming from the fire Knowing it was getting late and becoming …
I ride my little red wagon down the road To see a man sitting on the bench that looked so old While talking to him he seemed out of place And when he smiled you could see the wrinkles on his face We sat for hours as I listen to him talk Then he asked …
The years have passed since we have heard the cry’s How so many people stood as the tears filled their eyes The charged bricks have been removed from the ground But to some they can still hear that awful sound We sit and talk about how one man can be sold bold As this is …
