MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
Interrogators sought only facts
They played by the rules
And then the facts don't match the plan
That was hatched by fools
Who had pled for the mighty war
Which had been planned for years before
For purposes unknown
Behind locked and secret doors
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
Interrogators your suspect lies
Upon your torture bench
You have been given orders to
Ask questions while you drench
Him with holy waters of war
And baptize this stubborn race
Into ideal submission
As it is washed across his face
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
Interrogators the truth will out
You will lose all respect
Although I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regrets
You claim you wished to protect
This nation to the end
And though with aims and goals held high
Your moral values did decend
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
And though they hoped for something to find
They could see no place through the mind
Hats off to Procul Harum