Eliza Gilkyson - Hiway 9 lyrics

Well the white god said to the little man We're gonna fulfill scripture in the holy land Between the tigris and euphrates it's a lot like hell Go on and liberate my people and their o-i-l Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9 Put on the armor it's party time Gonna dance with the devil of our own design Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9 So the little man gathered all his chickenhawks in And the neo-cons and his daddy's kin They had their own clear channel and a hell of a spin And a white man hidden in a black man's skin Big trucks rollin down hiway 9 Pulverize the puppet it's payback time Whose tax dollar is it yours and mine Keeps the big trucks rollin down hiway 9 Well we got caught sleeping at the sentry post Now we're standing toe to toe with what we feared the most That old father and his son and the unheavenly host We gotta do what we can don't give up the ghost Get the big trucks rollin down hiway 9 With food and water and an internet line Run to the polls when it comes the time 'cause the big truck's rollin down hiway 9