KEESTER

I heard that train will pass through town
we've got to stop it in it's tracks
tell the engineer to turn that thing around
and take those warheads back

I heard that they came
from a friend of mines back yard
He kindly said I don't want them here
He lived in fear of lighting up his barbecue
and radiation was burning his hair

I don't want them missiles in my town
I don't even want them coming round
I can't believe it's true
what the missiles would really do
Pour me another beer I'd rather drown

What used to be the prairies
where the buffalos did roam
Is nothing but a field of missiles now
and they're searching for a home
and when at last they leave the ground
and soar into the air
The ABM's will strike them out
and destroy the atmosphere

If I had the power
to push the buttons just for fun
I send one toward the Keester
and I'd really watch him run
He told us they'd protect us
from the guys who wear black hats
reality has told me
if we don't stop we'll all be stats

Michael Frazier © February 28, 1984