New Millenium Songbook for War Hawks and Other Vile Creatures

In all our focus on finding music that spoke to the times and against the war, we overlooked the fact that War Hawks need tunes too. So we've altered a few well known songs so that they can make them their own.

For landlords, slumlords, and sadists of all kinds, "The Poor Man's Shack:"

Well, I went down to the poor man's shack
Went down to the poor man's shack
And I stole back what he earned from me
Stole back what he earned from me.
Well I went down to the poor man's shack
I stomped on his dignity
I spat on humanity
And now he's under my feet
Under my feet
Under my feet
Ain't no one gonna talk equality.
Well I went down to the poor man's shack
Went down to the poor man's shack
And I stole back what he earned from me
Stole back what he earned from me . . .

For corporate media and all its supporters, "Sister It's All Mine:"


My papa told me stomp on their dream, be obscene,
When there was land to grab, pockets to clean.
My papa told me stomp on their dream, take it all
Why should I wait in line, when it was all mine?
Once I owned a paper, then a radio station, a TV station
Once I owned a paper, now I own it all. Sister, it's all mine!
Once I was one stadium, now I'm on a roll
Once I was a little big fish, now I swallow them whole, Sister, it's all mine!

Once in Armani suits, gee I looked swell
Full of the 'war is good' talk.
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
And I was the kid holding the stocks.
Say, don't you know, they call me Sir; it is Sir on all the blocks.
Why, don't you remember, I own it all! Sister, it's all mine!
Once in Armani suits, gee I looked swell
Full of the 'war is good' talk.
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
And I was the kid holding the stocks.
Say, don't you know, they call me Sir, it is Sir on all the blocks.
Why, don't you remember, I own it all! Sister, it's all mine!

For the disenchanted War Hawk bothered by the ever thinning herd but determined to continue selling the war, "Where Have All The War Hawks Gone?":

Where have all the War Hawks gone?
Doubts are rising.
Where have all the War Hawks gone?
Doubts are rising.
Where have all the War Hawks gone?
Petey Beinart's knees have buckled.
Oh when will Petey ever learn?
Oh, when will Petey ever learn?

Where have all the War Hawks gone?
Doubts keep rising.
Where have all the War Hawks gone?
Doubts keep rising.
Petey, Robert Kagan, every one.
Oh, when will you ever learn?
Oh, when will you ever learn?

Where's big business gone?
Still supporting!
Where's big business gone?
Still supporting!
Where's big business gone?
They'll keep selling
Oh, we will see our return.
Oh, we will see our return.

Where have all the soldiers gone?
We don't give a damn.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Don't give a damn.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
They've gone to graveyards, every one.
Draft their daughters and their sons.
Draft their daughters and their sons.

Where have all the slogans gone?
We'll think up new ones.
Where have all the slogans gone?
Bring on the new ones.
Where have all the slogans gone?
Soaked in blood, discard them.
Oh, we've got a war to sell.
Still got a war to sell.

Where have all the War Hawks gone?
They sold short.
Where have all the War Hawks gone?
They sold short.
Where have all the War Hawks gone?
You got to have big brass ones
If you want to see your return
If you want to see your return.