The Ticket

You’ve got to listen close now girls and boys
Just between you and me, I have a tale
It's all about money and human decoys
Fast cars, decadence, and leaders for sale

You see, about thirty years ago today
Fifty men held as hostage in Iran  
Uncle Sam figured, we needed to play
Needed our man to pitch it in the fan 

So, we hired a fellow who I won't name
We knew he was crazy and a killer
But hey, that was the whole point of our game
Twas our future ticket at the tiller

We gave him weapons and a lot of cash
He attacked those hostage takers for us
A sovereign state he gave a big bash
Then he gave us our ticket for the bus

We rode on the big white horse with a gun
It had all been planned for years, from first base
Our man went back home and we stayed for fun
We moved in and set up shop just in case

He remained the curse of that rich region
But, we were the kings of the neighborhood 
He would be bad and we sent a legion
Baby, what a ticket, our man was good

Trouble is, some locals figured it out
They had to do something very drastic
Crusaders they knew they couldn’t have about
They sent some planes, explosions fantastic

But Uncle Sam said, not a real big deal
They just provided us with a ticket
Afghanistan, give terrorist a feel
We moved in with a charge, just like Picket

Then, when our man was of no use to us
We told the world that he was really mad
Gonna build nasty weapons, cause a fuss
We punched our own ticket and he was had

Now here we are all at war, to be free
Hey, so what if a few innocents died
The dividends are worth much more, you see
We earned rolls of tickets after we lied 

You’re wondering what this is all about
For you and me, Uncle Sam will serve us
Let’s hope the sleeping sheep never find out
And pray we don’t lose control of this bus

Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007

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