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MinnFats Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Apr-01-04 10:34 PM
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39. "Satan cries 'Take Aim!'"
Edited on Thu Apr-01-04 10:39 PM by MinnFats
"Run Through the Jungle"
by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Written for the Vietnam War
but still eery

(J. Fogerty)
Whoa, thought it was a nightmare,
Lo, it's all so true,
They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow
'Cause Devil's on the loose."
CHORUS:
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Woa, Don't look back to see.

Thought I heard a rumblin'
Callin' to my name,
Two hundred million guns are loaded
Satan cries, "Take aim!"

CHORUS

Over on the mountain
Thunder magic spoke,
"Let the people know my wisdom,
Fill the land with smoke."



Oh, ALSO

"Fortunate Son"
basically an anti-draft song.
probably become useful again soon.
This is the song that some company, a jeans-maker I think, grabbed from the public domain and re-arranged the lyrics to make it jingoistic crap.


Fortunate Son Lyrics
by Creedence Clearwater Revival
< Send to a friend > < Download MP3 > < Request Lyrics > < Post a Comment >

(J. Fogerty)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no




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