Every Kitchen Has Its Own Graveyard
Jonathan Stevens
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Oh, the Horn of Africa Blows the blues all the day Cold War has froze the grain Now the wind harvests pain Cross on the hill is Red And all of the gods have fled Back inside a fable Jimmy, can you set the table? Every kitchen Has it's own graveyard Every bitchin' Throws another one on the boneyard Every kitchen Had it's own graveyard Every stitchin' Comes back to your backyard What you gonna do To make it right? How you gonna reach To turn on the light? Bags of wheat have flown the skies Bags of bones with blinking eyes Teaspoons will dig the graves Charity so seldom saves Our distended guilt For the chaos we have built Such well-guarded borders Hey, waitress, did you get my order? What you gonna do To make it your own? What you gonna do To bring it on home? Plant a garden in the Spring Treat it well and it will bring Peace to you and neighbors too If through the fence you do Share the wealth and harvest sweat And don't forget No garden's a victory 'Til every mouth is free
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