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Annie and the Vets Lyrics by Anne & Phil
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© 2007 by Anne and Phil Pflager All rights reserved
By The Marks
A.P. & P.P.P. Pflager 2008
Key of G
Chorus
(Call) By the marks
(Response) By the marks on their bodies bare
(Call) By the hoods
(Response) By the hoods that the prisoners wear
(Everyone) You can tell humanity is in despair
(Everyone) By the people who just don't care
(count 1- and) Jesus healed the sick and lame
He used his power to ease their pain
In his heart, he believed in good
Response (count 1- and) In his heart, he believed in good
(Everyone) That's the rock on which Jesus stood
Repeat chorus
(count 1- and) Hypocrites profess to speak in his name
Like the Pharisees, they know no shame
In their hearts, you will find no good
Response (count 1- and) In their hearts, you will find no good
(Everyone) They fell off the rock where Jesus stood
Repeat chorus
If we stand in silence and we turn our face
And we let our leaders commit disgrace
(Everyone) And we don't speak out when we know we should
(Everyone) We're not on the rock where Jesus stood
Repeat chorus
Two White Sticks
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2005 P.P. & A. E. PflagerChorus
Am
The ocean has no mercy, the E7ocean Xhas no E7shame...XWe can E7plant our Xcrosses E7on the Xbeach, E7give each Xone a Amname
Crosses like soldiers E7stuck X there in the E7sand
As the ocean claims her bounty in near and far off Am. lands
Floating in the water E7moving Xwith the E7tide.X
E7Floating Xin the E7waterX...E7shine Xin moonAm light
Floating in the water I E7saw someX thing E7white X
E7Floating Xin the E7water X...E7shine Xin moonAm light
Two white sticks, sticks painted white
Floating in the water shine in moonlight
Two white sticks moving with the tide
Floating in the water shine in moonlight
Two white sticks children and a wife
Two white sticks one more life
Two white sticks washed by the tide
Two white sticks, one more died
Two white sticks nailed like a cross
Two white sticks, one life tossed
Two white sticks break don't bend
Two white sticks, when will it end?
Building 18
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2007 P.P. Pflager
Here in building 18 just down the hall
I'm sitting in my chair waiting for you to call
Moldy walls and empty days, they leave me here alone
If I hadn't gotten on TV would you have known?
CHORUS
Like a yellow ribbon sticker blown off by the wind
Easy to replace just stick one on again
Support the troops we all agree
Rolls off the tongue so easily
Here in building 18 they're all alone like me
I've had my fifteen minutes of notoriety,
Like a wave, fame washed over me .....
Then receded in a rush, left me here out of touch
Floating in a sea of apathy.
Stop by building 18 any time you feel the urge
There's never empty rooms, prepare for a surge
When the troops come rolling home here they'll sit all alone
In building 18 where we turn to stone
Blood Red Sand
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2006 A. E. & P.P. PFLAGER
(dropped D)
CHORUS
Blood red sand on the bottom of my shoe
Can't get it off no matter what I do
Blood red sand on the bottom of my shoe
Can't get it off no matter what I do
God damned sand stuck on me
Help me Jesus, set me free
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Every evening I say my prayers, Jesus guides me everywhere
Bible teaches right from wrong, can't explain what's going on
Repeat Chorus
Watch the preacher on TV, a higher father's guiding me
I came naked on to this earth, rapture will be my rebirth
So confused by things I saw, still believing in Gods law
Repeat Chorus
Shock and awe in my head, cannot sleep when I go to bed
Visions pass in the skies, fire and brimstone in my eyes
Can't go forward can't go back, close my eyes and fade to black
BARE FACE BLUES
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2006 P.P. Pflager
(key of A)
Catfish jumpin right out of the lake
Waded right in, made a mistake
Now I can't win, don't dare to lose
Can't go home with mud on my shoes
Can't take em off, got no excuse
Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues
Stringer no fish, pack on my back
Don't wait up baby, don't know when I'll be back
Got no fish got no clue
Mud on my boots gonna get on you
Can't take em off, got no excuse
Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues
Been gone so long don't know who I am
I can't believe I'm doing this again
Wish I'd been smarter, should'a been wise
Now I'm wearing boots twice my size
Can't take em off, got no excuse
Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues
Dig Up The Dirt
© 2007 A. E. Pflager
(If we)
(So help us)
(We're Gonna)
Dig up the dirt, then we can
Uproot the Bushes,
Take out the Bushes,
Get rid of the Bushes,
(If we) (So help us) (We're Gonna)
Dig up the dirt then we can
Throw out the Bushes,
And all the rest of those plants
All the rest of those plants,
All the rest of those plants,
(If we) (So help us) (We're Gonna)
Dig up the dirt, then we can
Throw out the Bushes
And all the rest of those plants
I Dreamt I Joined the Marines
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2007 P.P. & A. E. Pflager
I dreamt I joined the Marines and they sent me off to war
I dreamt it was something I had to do but I'm not sure what for
I dreamt I joined the Marines but I'm too old to go
All that talk of bravery, is just a lot of show
Chorus
I'm just like the rich folks the son of a Congressman
We all want to serve our country we just don't know when
Until we get around to figure it out, will you enlist again?
I know a man with daughters, who'll never have to serve
He wants our kids to go, that takes a lot of nerve
Oh I dreamt I joined the Marines but I'm too old to go
All that talk of bravery, is just a lot of show
Repeat Chorus
I dreamt they drafted the congress and sent them off to war
They looked real nice in their uniforms as they were pushed out the door
I dreamt they screamed and cried, "I'm too old to go!"
"And my big old belly makes me far too slow!"
Repeat Chorus
It's A Minor Setback
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2007 P.P. & A. E. Pflager
While sailing on the ship of state we suddenly hit a reef
November elections gave us no relief
The Neo-Cons are in charge and running everything
The countries like a big ole bird with just one wing
CHORUS
It's a minor setback, it's not the Titanic we're talking about
Just because they knocked us down doesn't mean they knocked us out
We're as tough as an iceberg and we're growing every day
They better move over, we're not going away
When Truman was president the buck stopped at his desk
With this administration hot potato describes it best
When there's a problem blame moves down the line
Pity the poor enlisted, they're doing all the time
We're not moving to Canada we're not going away
We're gona keep talkin till people hear what we say
Truth is like a turtle, but watch it grow and grow
It'll catch up with the lies then the Neo-Cons will go
Who's the Fool?
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2007 P.P. PFLAGER
Like a drunken cowboy when the cattle drive hits town
Sittin' at the bar drinkin' round after round
He keeps tossing em down 'til he slides off the stool
Landing flat on his back this frat boy out of school
Chorus
He tries to get up but keeps falling down
If he makes it to his feet he orders another round
You can't point out his mistakes for he'll treat you quite cruel
But if you're the one buying the drinks, who's the fool?
If you buy another round he'll do it all over again
He never will look back to see where he has been
There is an air of arrogance and smugness in his lies
No matter how he stumbles, someone always buys
Repeat Chorus
Cowboys are a rowdy bunch they belong out on the range
Put one in a business suit and you've got something strange
His pistols solve his problems when he's out there shooting snakes
But when he brings his guns to town, sky high go the stakes
Repeat Chorus
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