#graatitude

Henry Ward Beecher

I asked a student of higher schooling He said he didn't care When I asked about the sixties They simply said long hair Saw a child getting programmed Getting programmed when she wakes And I hear a raving elder Cursing twenty years too late Oh, how the bastards screwed me Son, life's too short to win And then the students of higher schooling Hid more pills inside his plate So, I'd like to Send gratitude And thanks To those who Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks Send it to the students who wave the banners Who held flowers up to the tanks And to the ones who are still fighting Yes, all my gratitude And all my thanks So as you sit baked and hammered So grateful to be dead Said freedom's here to chill out So sit and rest your head Think of those who fought for your right The path you walked, they paved And those who fought for your right To carry it until today Well it was they who fed the hungry Scorned the Pentagon for peace While the army rounded strangers up And made the instant peace They who made a union die So try to fill the jails And spread a message of unity Across the nation's rails And said we're destroying the house that Mack built Kicking down the doors and pulling nails And you've the nerve to tell me That everyone has failed No, You should send Your gratitude And thanks To those who Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks Send it to the students who wave the banners Who held flowers up to the tanks And to the ones who are still fighting Yes, all my gratitude Yes, all my thanks I'd like to Send out a head and a parting hand To those who had the courage To reach and rise and stand Send it to the lovers and the fighters To those who stood up and still stand To those who will chain their wrists And clench their fists For here and faraway lands