CONGO MAN

Spitting in your own cup of cold clean water

Filth in your bowl of sweet rich food

I can't wrap my head around your psychosis

Tell me, what you doin, Congo Man?

Shooting a gun up inside a woman

The very body of a woman-

The woman of your land

Cutting out the life of your future generations

What devil in your head, o congo man?

Like Burning down your fields so full of grain

And making sure everybody watch the pain

Shattering the lives of your very own daughters

Tell me bout your madness, Congo Man!

Rise Up, Rise Up, Good Congo Man

Rise Up, Rise Up, Good Congo Men!

Rise Up, Rise Up, Good Congo Men!

Are you there, Are you there,

Good Congo Men?

Put these devils in a tight little box.

Forget about money, come out from the dark.

Give even your life if it is required.

Better find your Christ, o Congo Man

(Well, Neil heard screamin and bullwhips cracking
and asked How long? how long? we say,
Congo man better find your head
Dont forget what your good book said
We know change gonna come at last
Now your chances are burning fast
Congo Man)

Mary Todd 2008-08-19