foxtales

Poems and Prose by Tim Fox

  • Good On You

    Well they took the six million
    Shoved ’em in the oven
    They took the six million
    Sent ’em right on up to heaven
    So when I hear–
    “Them people are taking over”
    When I hear
    “Our end is coming soon”
    I say, “That looks good on you, man
    Yeah, it looks good on you to me
    I say, it looks real good on you, baby
    It looks good on you, I think.”

    They took 13 million
    Two million died along the way
    That leaves about 10 million
    10 million turned into slaves
    Now they say, “That black man
    he wants more than what I got”
    Now they say, “That black woman
    she got more than what’s in my pot.”
    And I say, “That looks good on you, man
    Yeah, I think that’s just fine
    I say, it looks great on you, friend
    You can have mine, anytime.”

    They think maybe 12 million
    Once called this land home
    Last time I checked
    I think that number’s down to five
    Still a lot of school kids
    say, “You’re lucky just to be alive.”
    Shoot a toy arrow over their heads
    They say, “Bang red man, you’re dead.”
    I say, “If you want it back, just take it
    We’ve had it long enough
    This brown land looks good on you, baby
    You can have it, ’cause we’ve fucked it up.”

    Yeah, it all looks good to me
    Guess that’s all I got left to say
    It all looks good to me
    I want to give it all away


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