TEN THOUSAND YEARS

Ten thousand years
It has only been two
Eight thousand more
Before we are through

How many more years?
How long will it take?
To save all mankind
For heaven’s sake

Ten thousand years
After Jesus’ birth
The meek may finally
Inherit the earth

Ten thousand years
Until heaven is at hand
Until peace and harmony
Spread through the land

While we all wait
We still kill and hate
Let us hope we survive
Before it is too late

Ten thousand years
Eight thousand more
Until we realize
What we are here for

Ten thousand years
Until we all can say
This speck in the universe
Finally found its way

Ten thousand years
Ahead of his time
Jesus was put to death
Yet committed no crime

He said to the soldier
Love your fellow man
The soldier replied
I do not think I can

He said to the hungry
Have faith you will survive
Take care of each other
Be thankful you are alive

He said to the rich man
Give money to the poor
The rich man replied
Let Jesus live no more

Soldiers and officials
Working for the state
Nailed him to a cross
And Jesus met his fate

Ten thousand years
Until we can see
Eight thousand more
Before we are free

Ten thousand years
For a world insane
To end hopeless hunger
To end needless pain

Ten thousand years
For us to make amends
Eight thousand more
Before we are friends

Ten thousand years
It has only been two
Eight thousand more
For us to break through

IT’S WEIRD

It’s weird we live on this planet
It’s weird that I have a beard
Whether or not we did plan it
This whole damn thing is weird

It’s weird what we kill and die for
It’s weird what we all will endure
It’s weird what a bird will fly for
Even with the air so impure

So close to friends and family
With loved ones so endeared
Beyond our lives and family tree
This whole universe is weird

Life is such a wonder
And death is often feared
Before we go down under
This life is oh, so weird

GUNS

Give me some guns
I need me a gun
Let me kill somebody
And have me some fun

We live in America
That’s all you need to know
Everybody get some guns
Pull the trigger, let it blow

I want an assault rifle
With automatic fire
I will kill me a dozen
Before I retire

Machine guns, Tommy guns
Gatling guns and more
Whatever gun it takes
To run up the death score

How about a bazooka?
Or a tank, I don’t care
Maybe I’ll get an H-bomb
If I am a billionaire

Whatever it takes
To get our fill
Let’s all get guns
And kill, kill, kill