Grass For Blades - Wigwam

Atomic man embossed on hues of
Money greens that swell and ooze will
Scratch his chin as if to muse that
All this winning meant to lose
Though he slaved and hate his dues
Here he was no time to choose
A way to change and try to fuse him
Self into the way the queues around him
Attack you fools the captain bawls
I have your heads upon my walls
Rows of heroes crouch to crawls bomb
Bamboo huts and village halls smash
Ping pong bats with cannon balls as
Ali Baba's sheiks and sauls
Debag Goliath as he falls
While the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls everything
Champagne for the heroe w***e
And watch your step in all that gore
But not too much he'll scream for more
El pres advices from the door
For though he's filled from skin to core
It's not enough he'll whine for sure so
Say it's we who keep the score and
Nail him back upon the floor yeh
So there he works still at large
Behind his smiles and his camouflage
Of nice white coats and college grades that
Hide blue suits with golden braids
And though I hope the smell just fades
It does not go but leads to raids on
Bamboo huts in country glades
Where the people use the grass for blades ain't that something