Where the Death Squad Lives - Bruce Cockburn

    Goons in blackface creeping in the road --
    farm family waiting for the night to explode --
    working the land in an age of terror
    you come to see the moon as the bad news bearer
    down where the death squad lives.

    They cut down people like they cut down trees --
    chop off its head so it will stay on its knees --
    the forest shrinks but the earth remains
    slash and burn and it grows again
    down where the death squad lives.

    I've got friends trying to batter the system down
    fighting the past till the future comes round.
    it'll never be a perfect world till God declares it that way
    but that don't mean there's nothing we can do or say
    down where the death squad lives.

    Like some kind of never-ending Easter passion,
    from every agony a hero's fashioned.
    around every evil there gathers love --
    bombs aren't the only things that fall from above
    down where the dead squad lives
    down where the dead squad lives

    Sometimes i feel like there's a padlock on my soul.
    if you opened up my heart you'd find a big black hole
    but when the feeling comes through, it comes through strong --
    if you think there's no difference between right and wrong
    just go down where the death squad lives.

    This world can be better than it is today.
    You can say i'm a dreamer but that's okay.
    without the could-be and the might-have-been
    all you've got left is your fragile skin
    and that ain't worth much down where the death squad lives.

    (Toronto, January 28, 1986)
     
     

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