Tiananmen
Today sure got me scared, oh, wow!
My legs are still shaking even now.
See, see, if they'd caught me I'd be done,
Or why else you'd think I'd have to run?
Hey, mister, let me get my wind back.
You didn't see that thing, it was black as black,
No head, limping, real damn scary,
Shaking white flags, saying something.
This year there's just no way, ask anyone,
Nothing anybody can do, devil or man.
Just more meetings, without sincerity!
But see, they're all kids in some family,
Just in their teens, right? What for?
Get their heads bashed in by guns some more?
Mister, yesterday I heard even more got killed.
Must have been more of them dumb kids,
These days lots of strange things are happening,
And those students, they got plenty to eat and drink—
But last year our uncle was killed at Willow 's Curve,
So hungry he couldn't even serve—
Who'd give his life for no reason to old Mr. Death!
I've never told a lie my whole life long, I bet
My lamp is full of enough jugfuls of gas,
Could I keep going like this and not see the path?
No wonder that old bald guy got so uptight
About telling us not to go to Tiananmen at night.
See! It's rotten luck, pulling this rickshaw thing.
Wait till tomorrow, when ghosts fill up all Beijing .
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