Military Men Words and Music by Cheryl Wheeler Blow up, melt down, crack pots runnin' round Stories from the Russians and the BBC. Who said? Who knows? Satellite photos News is like a science fiction mystery. They say we need a new committee, what we really oughta have Is a containment building for the Joint Chiefs of Staff, And the lunatics in politics, viewing the barrage With their heads full of secrecy and espionage. When there are mutants living underground And we can't remember what we are, Will these great men still be found In a dither over good PR? It would be nice to see the future through our EPCOT sights New technology is really something else. But I would rather have to read by candlelight Than glimmer and glow myself. Someone's got to be number one enemy Somethin's always blowin' in the military storm. Trouble in Tripoli-Government agency God I love a man in a uniform. They got their super spy satellites in orbit out there They want to mess around with everybody everywhere The few, the proud, we could never understand What it is to be important and a leader of men. They say they want to see a peaceful world But they can never trust the other side So they tell us who our enemies are And talk about National pride. I don't believe the Russian people want to get me And I don't have a thing against them Boys will be boys, but do we have to be patient With the antics of the military men? (P) August 17, 1997 Penrod And Higgins Music / Amachrist Music ACF Music Group International Copyright Reserved