Protest Songs were of course popular in the 1960’s and were highly important for the consciousness of the hippy revolution. I wrote my share myself and just last Friday morning I was woken with these lyrics in my mind. It is simply called “The New World Order” . As many know this was punned by President Bush Senior. I will now post the lyric for your reading pleasure.
THE NEW WORLD ORDER
You can hang out in the bush
or you can swing out in Omaha.
I have my very straight precision
if I choose to make decisions.
You can hide out underground.
No matter what happens you’ll be found.
When we want we’ll turn the trick.
You can’t duck out when you’re our pick.
Don’t try to search for isolation.
You can’t escape our bold creation.
It will search your body out,
if you whisper or you shout.
You can fly off to the moon.
We’ll even find you up there soon.
You for sure will not escape.
Your entire family will be raped.
With our electromagnetic droning moaning evil eye.
With our perfecto kinetic probing YOU, we will surely find.
We will blast you to the next dimension.
We have no interest in your detention.
With our raging, phasing, screaming, soaring laser socket
we will locate, invocate our destructive magical surging rocket.
So keep your thoughts within your quarters.
We have to have our NEW WORLD ORDER.
For us it is win or bust.
We don’t care about building trust.
You may hate us with a passion.
We take no honor in our actions.
What is not in our direction,
will come under our dissection.
The best thing is become a cynic,
otherwise you’ll land up in a clinic.
No chance to afford a break.
You won’t get our piece of cake.
Better sit alone and whine.
What is yours will soon be mine.
If you want to buy a home,
we will crystallize your chrome.
Jump on in and join the system.
Don’t ever try to cause a schism.
Keep your hopes all small enough,
otherwise we’ll blow you up.
With our electromagnetic droning moaning evil eye.
With our perfecto kinetic probing YOU, we will surely find.
We will blast you to the next dimension.
We have no interest in your detention.
With our raging, phasing, screaming, soaring laser socket
we will locate, invocate our destructive magical surging rocket.
So keep your thoughts within your quarters.
We have to have our NEW WORLD ORDER.
Follow all the news and flounder.
We will make our world much rounder.
Try to twist our fairy tales.
Scream and rant and blues you’ll wail.
Then we’ll say you fantasize.
We’ll paint you stupid though you’re wise.
Remember we know where you are,
airplane, ship or in your car.
Keep your cool and your mouth shut,
otherwise we’ll dig your rut.
On the other side of Pan,
no Peter comes just the Boogie-man.
Or maybe we can make a deal.
Give up your secrets, make a steal.
Oh my goodness you’ve got a conscience.
Don’t you know, this is such nonsense.
You know who’s behind the wheel.
Stop on pointing at your heel.
Off to Mars or Saturn’s rings.
When you’re blown then you can sing.
“I was once amongst the Earthlings
but Big Brother came a-circling.”
With his electromagnetic droning moaning evil eye.
With his perfecto kinetic probing YOU, he will surely find.
He will blast you to the next dimension.
He has no interest in your detention.
With his raging, phasing, screaming, soaring laser socket
he will locate, invocate his destructive magical surging rocket.
So keep your thoughts within your quarters.
He will have to have, his NEW WORLD ORDER.
Paul Amrod