Joan and her man Stan
in front of a hearse
a mother in law who couldn’t ask for more
wealth in soul and purse
the smiling lips had stayed
since the day in the store
as hypnotized
she reached new heights
Josephine had a pretty keen
attitude to politics
rather shout than doubt, it
was here she cashed her kicks
used every opportunity to persuade
of the might in her great
new red crusade
ground school debate
Enrolled the local party
only fifteen years old
learned to be opposite when
someone spoke their mind turned cold unkind
got blinded by the light that didn’t shine
for more than a dime
sure she was right
and let the other fight
It is easy to act as
idealistic
with clichées and trousers flared
stickin to old catchwords
that never kept their promises
the cheapest thing is to preach stuff
be aware of
whats wrong and what should be done
try to blow out injustice
with smoke from a pipe of peace
please spare me this hypocrisy
this personal stance dictated by publicity
yes of course there should be peace very few would disagree
the common goal is obvious
but issues complex cant be answered with simplicity
narrow-minded verbal weapons can’t fight an army of wickedness
Josephine met her man in the grocery store
stands were forgotten as soon as love grew to the core
named their daughter Joan in nineteen seventy three
today a guy called Stanley is part of the family
