CASH IS

My Brother’s body washed up on the bank

Strange thing was a bullet made his bed

They called it an accidental drowning

A rich man lives, a poor boy’s dead

People are drowning every day

Swallowed up in a sea of greed

No retribution for those who are out

Cash Is, Cash Is , we all fall down

A sellout crowd is what we’ve become

Bought and paid for with righteous dirty bills

Media spins an empty resolution

A revolution led by daggled deals

People are drowning every day

Swallowed up in a sea of greed

No retribution for those who are out

Cash is, Cash is, we all fall down

LET THE SPIRIT WIN

It’s a time of confusion.
No time for me around here

There’s an answer to the question
but the question isn’t clear

The wrong place at the right time
Right words, wrong rhyme

Such a beautiful song
No one seems to hear

In the silence we go along
There’s no harmony in fear

It’s the wrong way  Get your right mind

Get a new face Time to rewind

Don’t sit on a conclusion
with every headline that you read

Seems all of us are on the same bus  
Wrong guy at the wheel

Erase to a new place, get out what’s in

Turn off what’s wrong, then begin

Lift up! Don’t condemn.  Let the Spirit Win!

Let’s stop the evolution United make a stand

Start a peaceful revolution all across this land

Charge the negative with the relative

The positive is the operative

Don’t sit on a conclusion 

Seek the truth for what is real

Since all of us are on the same bus  

In God We Trust take the wheel

Erase to a new place, get out what’s in.

Turn off what’s wrong, then begin

Lift up! Don’t condemn. Let the Spirit Win!

FEED YOUR CHILDREN

They want to put things in your children
To find them if they get lost.

But when they get older and want time to themselves, tell me then who’s the Boss.

There’s a new Vaccine to keep them clean
from all the things they’ve never seen.

They’ll tell you just enough to fix them up.
Then who controls everything.

Feed Your Children.

Not just their mouths, feed their minds.

So when they get older they won’t find out 

They’ve been spoon fed lies.

Don’t leave them hungry. Someone will fill them up.

They’ll eat things that are obscene
and all kinds of crazy stuff.

They’ll be Inoculated,
Infiltrated,
Intoxicated,
you miscalculated.

Feed Your Children.

Not just their mouths, feed their minds.

So when they get older they won’t find out 

They’ve been spoon fed lies.

Feed Your Children.

Feed your Children.

Feed your Children.

Feed your Children.

SMOKING GUN

One hundred years or more, 

It’s been declared a war, 

The Massacre, at Wounded Knee.

It didn’t stop with the Natives end, 

Rage in the south killed three more men 

for believing in No Bigotry.

Before more lives fall from persecution,

We must turn the hands from this same old revolution.

There’s a Smokin’ Gun laying on the ground,

And a trail of blood that leads to nowhere now.

Are we blind or afraid to see?

 All lives in equality.

Red, Yellow, Black, and White.
Different colors of equal rights,

It shouldn’t be, constitutional surgery.

One nation under God will fall,

If we don’t tear down the walls of racial hate,

And live in peace and harmony.

Before more seeds grow in persecution,

We must rid this land of its destructive evolution.

There’s a Smokin’ Gun laying on the ground,

And a trail of blood that leads to nowhere now.

Are we blind or afraid to see?

 All lives in equality.

MACHINE GUN

Listen to Machine Guns chat talking words of Death.

Bombs keep on coming until there’s nothing left.

For too many years we’ve tried it this way.

It hasn’t worked yet, look at us today.

We continue to kill; we continue to fight.

We’re building our hell, it just don’t seem right.

A young man signs up, Sarge conditions his mind.

Tells him he won’t die then shows him the front lines.

He thinks of his young wife, his child he’s never seen.

Then suddenly he realizes this terrible thing.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

All the world is churning I can’t see.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

All the world is burning please not me.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

Brothers we aren’t learning this can’t be.

Now the young man is gone and his family’s all alone.

Today his broken-hearted wife trades a medal for his life.

In the National Cemetery
they say he won’t be forgotten.

But he traded his life and the whole deal was rotten.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

All the world is churning I can’t see.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

All the world is burning please not me.

That old War Machine keeps turning.

Brothers we aren’t learning this can’t be.

SON COME

Darkness growing can’t you see.

Demons call for you and me.

All will rise up from the Dust.

Judgement Day for all of us.

Son Come

The Word is written; It is clear.

We will all be out of here.

Time is now to choose your fate.

He is coming; Don’t be late.

Son Come

There’ll be no place to run. 

His will shall be done.

There will be Revelations.

Seen throughout the Nations.

Son Come 

Aimlessly in lukewarm waters.

Don’t be sheep led to slaughter.

Some will sing in Heaven’s Choir.

Others cast in a lake of fire.

Son Come

TAKE ME TO THE BAYOU

I’m Eleven years old I’ve got mud between my toes
and I’m sitting on the Bayou Teche Bank.

There’s wind in the trees and cypress knees
even a boy needs to sit and think.

I’m thinkin Fishin Mission I need to get some bait behind the Ball Field in City Park.

So I gather up my can and dig for all I am,
soon it’s gonna be dark.

I’m a brother to the Bayou neighbor to the Snake
and Alligator don’t scare me.

I’m a Cajun Boy my pole’s my favorite toy
and Fishins where I’d rather be.

I’m paddelin’ down the Teche Lake
looking at a big Snake
headed for Fausse Point.

I’m goin’ out today to catch some Sacalait
and cook’em up when I get home.

So, take me to the Bayou, take me to the Swamp, 

Take me way down South in Louisiana,
New Iberia is my home.

Something bout a sunrise on the Atchafalaya
touches the soul in me, 

So when I die take me to Louisiana
and bury me, under a big Oak Tree

Friday night a Teen Dance in City Park, N.I.R.D.

For the Quarter that I paid you know I’m gonna stay until they make me leave.

Souvenirs are on the stage playing with a rage
Glenn Geoffroy on Guitar.

It won’t be long before I strap one on
and become an Acadiana Rock Star.

Now I’m a grown man and I’ve seen the World
I live in Nashville Tennessee.

You can take the boy out the Bayou
but the Bayou in the Boy will never leave.

And when I’m all alone I sit and think of home my friend and family.

Life can take me anywhere it wants
but my heart will never leave.

So, take me to the Bayou, take me to the Swamp. 

Take me way down South in Louisiana.
New Iberia is my home.

Something bout a sunrise on the Atchafalaya
touches the soul in me, 

So when I die take me to Louisiana
and bury me, under a big Oak Tree

SWAMP WITCH SARAH

There’s a strange fire in the Wetlands.

Everybody had to go see.

They found Bones on the ground, 

Chicken Feathers on the Rocks, 

everyone knew to leave.

There’s a woman named Sarah.

She lives out all alone,

She’s been pullin’ up plants, digging up roots, 

and carrying them home.

Don’t mess with Swamp Witch Sarah,

No matter what you do.

She’s a cousin to Marie Lavoe 

They say she dances with the Rougarou.

She’s got Voodoo,

Who do? 

She do.

She’s got Voodoo, 

she’s gonna put a bad Mojo on you.

Tofelle the drunk went out in his boat,

Out on the Henderson Swamp.

He want to find out what it’s all about, 

he ain’t never come home.

They say he found Swamp Witch Sarah,

She was cooking up a Witch’s Brew.

She threw a spell on him; it’s a sin; 

he was eaten by the Rougarou.

She’s got Voodoo,

Who do? 

She do.

She’s got Voodoo, 

she’s gonna put a bad Mojo on you.

MAD ABOUT YOU

Call me anytime you want to baby, 

any time of night or day.

If you just want to hear a familiar voice, 

you got nothing to say.

I’ve got your back girl 

because I’m simply Mad About You.

I don’t know if you can tell it, maybe so or maybe not.

I try not to let it show, I don’t want to scare you off.

I’m sitting here waiting by the phone. 

I’m Mad About You

I remember the first time I saw your face.

When our eyes met, I freaked out and looked away.

There’s something here I just don’t understand.

I’d give anything just to be your man.

Yes, I’m Mad About You.

Simply Mad, Simply Mad about you.

Maybe there’ll come a day when I get up the nerve.

I’ll look into your eyes, and I’ll have the right words.

Until then I’m just a friend 

because I don’t know what to do.

I’ll just try to hang out and keep my cool.

Because I’m Mad About You 

and I don’t know how to say it.

I’m Simply Mad About you 

and I don’t know how to play it.

I’m Simply Mad, I’m Simply Mad, I’m Simply Mad,

I’m Simply Mad About You.