They’ve Shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
The energy, the faith, the devotion
Which we bring to this endeavor
Will light our country and all who serve it.
And the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
Hey, Hey LBJ
How many boys did you kill today?
How many boys did you kill today?
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Hey, Hey LBJ
How many boys did you kill today?
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Peace-Is it impossible? Is it unreal?
Peace is attainable. Peace around the world.
No radiation in the air
Or sneak attacks with millions dead
Those deadly mushroom clouds vanquished
A limited test ban treaty languished
The World War II warriors disagreed.
And they convened a council of war.
Take heed!
Take heed!
The CIA and Army Intel and Joint Chiefs high-flyers
Conspired with the Pentagon cruci-fiers
Fighting the Cold War as if Hitler was still alive
They had overthrown Mosaddeq, Árbenz
and a dozen more.
They were the best at killing- and covering up
Without starting a war.
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave.
I’m just a patsy. I have no legal representation.
They’re holding me because I lived in the Soviet Union
I work in that building.
No, sir I didn’t shoot anybody.
I didn’t shoot anybody!
I didn’t shoot anybody!
I didn’t shoot anybody!
I'm just a patsy!
Assassins in the shadows
Assassins on the roof.
Rifles in the buildings
Smoke from knoll and pergola ledge
Sharpshooters on the railroad bridge
Plausible denial
Plausible denial
Plausible denial
For the guilty men
Plausible denial
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
Letters to Khrushchev
Talkin’ to Fidel
Kennedy’s got to go
Kennedy’s got to go
Before ‘64
Kennedy's got to go
Send in the teams.
Kennedy’s got to go
Send them to Chicago
Send them to Miami
Send them to Dallas
Send them into hell.
Send them into hell!
He never carpet-bombed Cuban soil
Never nuked the red Ruskie hordes
We gave him Northwoods and Mongoose
And lost his nerve at Bahía de Cochinos
He’s got to go
He’s gut to go
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
Mockingbird, Mockingbird
Hear no evil see no evil
Oswald is underground
And the criminals ran free
Mockingbird, Mockingbird
If you talked you died
And the criminals ran free.
And the criminals ran free.
There’s an eternal flame in Arlington
Flickering by day. Flickering at night.
And history is incomplete
Replete with criminals at the top
And criminals scraping the bottom
The winds of change-across the Potomac
Justice in God’s court soon
Justice in God’s court soon.
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave
He’s lying in Arlington
Overlooking Washington
They’ve shot John F. Kennedy
And put him in his grave.
The River Stops Here
The river stops here, just down the street
I’m live and have arrived- to see death repeat.
In this frozen mausoleum where time stands still,
Taking photographs like a visitor touring hell.
Forty-three years hence and I still cannot believe.
A cold dark wind rose from the depths of evil.
It stirred from the corner of the railroad overpass
And continued a deadly swath atop the hilly grass.
This road is stained with our country’s blood and grief.
Fifty-five thousand followed the fallen Commander in Chief.
They marched into the plaza and disappeared below the overpass.
As I walked from Houston and Main to a sniper’s facade inside the glass.
For those guilty of his murder, justice in God’s court soon .
The eternal crack of the rifles echo from 30 minutes after noon
I possess a persistent pain that cries forever inside of me.
The river stops here.
It will flow no more and will never be.