Two-Faced Man [2004 song lyric]
[As it’s Remembrance Day today , I thought I would publish on Facebook the lyrics to my 2004 song dedicated to George W. Bush, written shortly after the war on Iraq had been started]
The fissure in your face has grown
So huge that all your thoughts are shown
Your lack of dreams revealed for all to see;
And climbing in to find what’s there
Its treasures and its arts to share
I marvelled at the lack of things to say
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
I tried to match the halves in one
But when I did the face was gone
And in its place a grinning skull did stare;
It seemed to call out to the crowd
And mesmerised they came heads bowed
‘Do with me what you will’ was their response
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
They say like father and like son
You carry on the family fun
Subverting all that decent folks hold dear;
Your down-home charm and Texan drawl
Which makes the TV watchers crawl
Disguises all the killing fields you grow
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
You send your sons off to the war
The place where guns and planes do roar
And claim that they fulfil a higher cause;
The only cause you’ve ever known
It by a sorceress was sewn
And tailor-made in hell for you to wear
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
You never know which way to turn
So people see your heart and learn
That there is no good side for them to see;
It’s Hobson’s Choice they take their pick
They’d better learn to take it quick
Before you have a change of face again
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
You live the lie (no one knows why)
Your evil plan will pass me by
And I will by your evil foot be crushed;
That’s how it all will look to you
Although it really won’t be true
’Cos spirits by your type cannot be touched
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
I’ve news for you I’m not alone
The minds that think and act have grown
Resisting your destructive point of view;
Even if you kill them all
Put them up against the wall
You’ll only dig your own grave deeper still
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
When all the mayhem in the world
Has run its course — its truth unfurled —
You’ll have to make a case for all you’ve done;
Your God (the one you thought you knew)
Will say these words (and turn the screw):
‘You thought you knew me but I don’t know you’
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
Oh two-faced man
© 2004 Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 