dead man. dead man.
red white and blue man.
blue face, red hands;
why does that man stand?
no black, no brown,
no ugly background.
no scream, no sound,
a heart that won’t pound.
he sleeps, he’s dead,
a corpse in a bed.
we burn his past
and spread all the ash.
that red, that blood,
that brown, that mud,
white man, white man,
bleach him, white man.
no master, no mistress,
no mister, no misses,
no flag and no country,
just ugly and ugly.
blue face, red hands;
why does that man stand?