Lisa O'Neill - The Wind Doesn't Blow This Far Right

 

 

THE WIND DOESN’T BLOW THIS FAR RIGHT

I’ve lately been thinking of an old friend,
Who I haven’t seen in a while
Last night I dreamed that the same friend, passed without saying goodbye

Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right
Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eye on a different prize

The thing is, some leaders are players
And players sometimes can be clowns
And clowns then sometimes can be dangerous
When they’re there and yet they can’t be found..
The Big Mac, 
The big man,
The big bomb
The power of money and lies
The power of fear in the people
The wind doesn’t blow this far right

Some terrors are born out of nature
Some terrors are born overnight
Some terrors are born out of leaders
With their eyes on a different prize

Oh, to be wild like the roses
Oh, to be red with delight
My blood is red out of fury
The wind doesn’t blow this far right

Drill baby drill
Don’t baby don’t
Don’t you hear the winds
Feel the fires as they burn
Beautiful planet
Beautiful home
Drill baby drill
Don’t baby don’t

Kill baby kill
Don’t baby don’t
Don’t you hear the kids as you blindly bulldoze on
Beautiful children starved to the bone
Kill baby kill
Don't baby don’t