Censor the Wind

censor the wind
it is carrying dangerous messages
pave the land we walk on
there are germs where we stand
I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground
pick up the signal that's been lost
broadcast some white noise
keep all frequencies out of range
keep up this constant chaos
maybe we'll all be deceived
I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground
pick up the signal that's been lost
help me lift this hammer
so that we can smash this T.V. screen
someone lend me a lighter
so we can burn this magazine
tie up my hands
there are too many locks to pick
cut off my fingers
so I can't turn the winning trick
I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground
pick up the signal that's been lost
I can leave the light on but you'll have to climb the stairs
open up this package when you get there
censor the wind
it is carrying dangerous messages
stick both your fingers in your ears

words and music - Fred Gillen, Jr.