Idiot Son Lyrics

Idiot Son

(C. Kay)
© 2010 Wishes & Dreams Music (ascap)
Administered by Bug Music

Idiot Son, what have you done?

A gallon of blood for a barrel of oil
Was a real good deal on foreign soil
We'd be in and out in a month or maybe two
Had to keep the brown-skinned poor boys
From getting all our fancy rich boy war toys
'Cause they don't love their kids they way we do, me and you

Idiot Son, what have you done?

Rights revoked in the name of freedom
You decided we don't need 'em
Meek as lambs we handed them to you
Tapping phone calls, reading mail
Torture tactics in the jails
God Himself had told you what to do, lucky you

Idiot Son, what have you done?

With all our eyes on you
And all your gruesome cronies, too
We saw no reason for what you'd do but greed

Stone cold greed

Idiot Son, what have you done?

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