The General is gliding down the Boulevard Of Tears,
His memory is fading as he drifts across the years.
His world is overflowing, with opulence and greed,
Where every whim is treated like the greatest human need.
The General is smiling from his podium up high,
The prisoner in the basement cries, while others wait to die.
The killers take their bloody tools, caressing every one.
The prisoner waits for martyrdom and Death to fire the gun.
Today we play you a symphony,
To help cover up
Tomorrow we play you an aria,
To help you forget your dreams.
Here’s a little reminder –
A shock to your fingers and toes,
The General is praying to God –
And you are feeling his blows.
The General is sleeping as his men begin to kill,
He doesn’t see the bodies of those crushed beneath his heel.
He cannot hear the children, or cries across the land,
Nor will he smell the burning, or the blood upon his hands.
The General is dying, and some will mourn a friend,
They do not see the terror; just means towards an end.
Believing all the suffering, is worth it for the gain.
But the tears of the dead, are flowing red, beneath the falling
Chorus followed by:
Today we play you a symphony…
Tomorrow we play you an aria…
Here’s a little reminder – a shock to your fingers and toes,
The General is praying to God, and you are feeling his blows.