Hurricane #1 - Mother Superior lyrics

How ready are you To die for an ideal What's the connection Between a lie and what is real Mother Superior I've got an angel on my back I'm one of the righteous And I'm never going back No, no, no I'm never going back Who's that shining forth-right man About to die behind me He's waiting for the portress to send me head over heels Who's that black-heart four-star General walking up the hill To ask the liberals nicely To help finance his private war And if I didn't trust that man When he puts the rifle in your hand Sings you songs of pageantry and grace And how much you want to bet on the other side There's a man with twice your pride And they put you feet first in an unmarked grave There was a time in our history When we justified by saying Our destinies manifest Now imperialism is the mantra of the west See that trigger happy College boys, love a chance To try out their new toys Then they wash the city streets Clean, with the blood of infidels And if I didn't trust that man When he puts the rifle in your hand Sings you songs of pageantry and grace And how much you want to bet on the other side There's a man with twice your pride And they put you feet first in an unmarked grave As the fabric of democracy Left tattered in the dust We could put another greedy man into the Dictatorial Puppet-show, now tell me Who do you trust Who do you trust And an abominable hemisphere Would perpetuate a heart-whole atmosphere Call it a threat To national security Call it just a poor-sick face One more place to export cheap labor Hail the monarchy Hail the oligarchy A potential for anarchy And we pat ourselves firmly on the back