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Sanatçı: Country Joe McDonald

albüm: War War War Live


I am the cannon king, behold!
I perish on a throne of gold.
With forest far and turret high,
Renowned and rajah-rich am i.
My father was and his before,
With wealth we owe to war on war;
But let no potentate be proud...
There are no pockets in a shroud.
By nature i am mild and kind,
To gentleness and ruth inclined;
And though the pheasants over-run
My woods, i will not touch a gun.
Yet while each monster that i forge
Thunders destruction from its gorge.
Death's whisper is, i vow, more loud...
There are no pockets in a shroud.
My time is short, my ships at sea
Already seem like ghosts to me
My millions mock me, i am poor
As any beggar at my door.
My vast dominion i resign,
Six feet of earth to claim as mine,
Brooding with shoulders bid bitter-bowed
...there are no pockets in a shroud.
Dear god, let me purge pure my heart,
And be of heaven's hope a part!
Flinging my fortune's foul increase
To fight for pity, love and peace.
Oh that i could with healing fare,
And pledged to poverty and prayer
Cry high above the cringing crowd...
"Ye fools! be not by mammon cowed...
There are no pockets in a shroud."

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