A tune I wrote back in the H.W Bush era. Given recent events in Charlottesville I though relasing it might be apporpriate. Here are the lyrics: when your leader is chosen does it scare you white does it make you nervous do you want to fight it it isn’t the problem but merely a symptom eagerly waiting to become the next victim where can you run you seem surrounded the slightest wrong word you’ll hear the hounds tears well in your eyes at the sights you are given despite what your told you know its not living hopeless you stand a million or more what can you do to even the score what once was grand is now merely old but its still yours you’re part of the fold where can you go must you love it or leave it these things that you see you cannot believe it you must survive each man for himself but the law you must follow is not that of yourself yes troubling they are these things that you see but more troubling still are those who agree