Revolution

Revolution is blood and sorrow
Revolution is tears and morals
The children of Ernesto Guevara
Are tired of his image offered up like soda

Democracy does not correct itself
Its peoples guts and sweat and shells
Doing things ethical and obscene
Right and wrong and in between

Blindness is handiest in a dark tunnel
Paper and a number two cone in a funnel
A blend of ideologies and personal experience
Roasted, filtered and sold to friends


Money doesn’t make you a moral authority
But you will have a leading edge in the arena of publicity
you might not be able to fudge a war
but you can fool the population for a few years more

Every action starts out with a good intention
Every enemy might a been a one time friend
Any path can lead any number of ways
Nobody’s hands are clean these days

I’d like to have a holiday in Cuba
Lie on the beach, drink Rum and try Scuba
The children of Ernesto Guevara
Are tired of his image offered up like soda