This one's pretty transparent, written when we attacked Iraq.
The shepherd thing'll make a lot more sense if you've read Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn.
This is the solo acoustic live version - recorded at 3030 in November 2004.
I know you think I want too
I know you think I need too
I know you think I say too much
I know you think I get too angry but I don’t think I’ve been angry enough.
‘Bout oil, that is…Texas tea
The cop shows say to solve a crime you just follow the money and I followed it down
Followed it down, down, down under the ground
in the desert where the shepherds found god
Then somebody killed the shepherds and the rebels and the wolves
While we bled they bred & fed & spread and just pretended that the dead
had it coming
cuz they took up space & loved and ate and called it home
you know we’re the only creatures think we can stay alive and kill our own
down, we’re goin down, under the ground
in the desert where the shepherds found god
I know you think I want too…
Just stay away from blow jobs, k, and tell us we’re still free?
And on our way to unemployment we’ll laugh at your stupidity
Trashed Afghanistan again already so how long can it be
Before everything you’ve ruined’s just a distant memory
Buried down, down, down under the ground in the desert where the shepherds found god
You know it’s sick to want to so you tell us that we need to and no one wants to say too much
You tell me I should love my country call me traitor to my face
But who will wave that flag for you when you’ve wiped out the human race
We all got friends don’t seem worried-hope they never have to tell their kids so sorry
Coulda kept ya alive and free but didn’t wanna miss reality TV
Down, lay your children down down under the ground in the desert where the shepherds found god.
I know you think I want too…
