by Beat Spiccoli

Created on: April 22, 2010

I walked a few miles 
To get where i got
I faked a few smiles
And that took a lot

I'm still walking
Though my feet are sore
I won't stop talking
About this bullshit war

In case you don't know
This is a happy song
I'll blow on my harmonica
And bang on my gong

There's a band not ashamed  
Call themselves "Lone Gunmen"
That's a cool enough name 
Wonder if they'd do somethin'

If you're still in mourning 
Then shake your tambourine
In that jingle-jangle morning
With protest sounds serene

But in case you forget 
I'll sing a happy song
I'll blow on my harmonica
And bang on my gong

If we can't muster the rage
We'll drop out and grow our hair
Grow parsley, rosemary and sage
Smoke from our weed rises into air

Get out our carpenter's hammer 
Build us a quiet place
Away from the city's clamor
And the rabid rat race

Grow a new generation of flowers
With an instinct to bloom
Away from the twin towers
Of decadence and doom

So smile for me, now
This is a happy song
I'll play you some harmonica
And bang on my gong

Smile and forget all you know
Sing a quiet cheerful song
Easy with that harmonica
Easy as a train whistle's long

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