Testo Mother Superior

How ready are youTo die for an idealWhat's the connection,Between a lie and what is realMother SuperiorI've got an angel on my backI'm one of the righteousAnd I'm never going backNo, no, noI'm never going backWho's that shining forth-right manAbout to die behindm eHe's waiting for the portress toSend me head over heelsWho's that black-heart four-starGeneral walking up the hillTo ask the liberals nicelyTo help, finance his private warAnd if I didn't trust that manWhen he puts the rifle in your handSings you songs of pageantry and graceAnd how much you want to betOn the other sideThere's a man with twice your prideAnd they put you feet first in anUnmarked graveThere was a time in our historyWhen we justified by sayingOur destinies manifestNow imperialism is the mantraOf the westSee that trigger happyCollege boys, love a chanceTo try out their new toysThen they wash the city streetsClean, with the blood of infidelsAs the fabric of democracyLeft tattered in the dustWe could put, another greedy manInto the dictatorialPuppet-show, nowTell me, who do you trustWho do you trustAnd an abominable hemisphereWould perpetuate a heart-wholeAtmosphereCall it a threatTo national securityCall it just a poor-sick faceOne more place,To export cheap laborHail the monarchyHail the oligarchyA potential for anarchyAnd we pat ourselvesFirmly on the back