A folk protest song in the tradition of Peter Seeger and the Almanacs.

I Don’t Want Your Missiles, Mister
Adapted from Jim Garland
Lyrics by Geoff Francis

I don’t want your missiles, Mister,
Don’t want your nuclear submarines.
All I want is to live, Mister,
And without fear, to live in peace.

No, I don’t want the job you offer,
Toiling for your war machine.
All I want’s to see a future,
Where water’s pure and air is clean.

You say you will keep us safe, Mister,
But those are words I’ve heard before,
No more will I be counting bodies
Sacrificed in others’ wars.

Chorus

Call me dumb if you wish, Mister,
Call me green, or call me red.
This one thing I sure do know, Mister,
I’d rather be alive than dead.

Why do we have two parties, Mister,
With no discussion, no dissent?
When half a trillion dollars, Mister
Could clearly be much better spent.

Chorus