Song of a Teargassed Man
Cirilo Bautista
Posted on Monday, 26 October 2009
I love it! I love it!
This teargas sanctifies my corrupted soul.
Ah! The divine odor of it, the excitement
better than demos or rock and roll.Get a load of it, brother, while it’s free,
you may never get another chance;
this is the right stuff, the real MacCoy,
pure, imported chemicals from France.We may not have money in the bank,
no food on the table, no seat on the Love bus,
but we have secret marshals and policemen
and most of all we have a lot of teargas.Get a load of it, brother, while it’s free,
you may never get another chance;
this is the right stuff, the real MacCoy,
pure, imported chemicals from France.We may not have houses or running water,
the taxmen may be running after us,
but we have floods, garbage, Amendment 6,
and most of all we have a lot of teargas.
