Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Death Rag


Brian McCaskill

I looked up and I saw a red sky
I tried to pretend it was blue
I heard the authorities saying someone’s gonna have to die
But I guess I already knew

Take me home, Get me out of here,
They’s got to be something for me to fear

I don’t really feel like marching off to war
I don’t really feel like carrying a gun
I’d rather carry a torch, and more
Just not block out the sun
And it don’t really matter to me what you’re fighting for
Or what you find in there soil
And it doesn’t really matter, cause I can’t ignore
How they trade a life for oil

Take me home, get me out of here
They’s got to be something for me to fear

Yeah, they talk about revenge
But I don’t really feel it
And they talk about their righteousness
But I don’t really believe it
And they say we gotta fight even to sleep in our beds
And so our children can live free of an evil power
And so we gotta fight and kill, till our bloodlust is fed
And we’ll fight for in morning, and in the midnight hour
And we’ll destroy their land, destroy their people, or instead,
Just destroy some more towers

Take me home, get me out of here
They’s got to be something for me to fear.


Febuary 1st, 2003