Musical Worldview: Nina Simone, "Backlash Blues"
“Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam”
“Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam”
Voices on the radio
Tell us that we're going to war
Those brave men and women in uniform
They want to know what they're fighting for
The generals want to hear the end game
The allies won't approve the plan
But the oil men in the white house
They just don't give a damn
'Cause it's all about the price of oil
It's all about the price of oil
Don't give me no shit
About blood, sweat, tears and toil
It's all about the price of oil”
“While digesting Reader's Digest
in the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back
fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside,
slapped it on my window shield
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel
But your flag decal
won't get you into Heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded
from your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin',
no matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore.”