by James C Horner
Don’t lie to me
Now don’t you lie to me
because it makes me mad
evil as a man can be.
For so many years
I’ve loved only one lady,
the one in New York harbor.
I hate that evil-hearted woman
who calls your war an incursion
And now I’m expected to believe
the sneakin’ man in charge.
On Tehran
on Beirut
on Tel Aviv
on the bad and on the innocent
bombs rain down
no rhyme or reason.
Orange
doesn’t rhyme with anything,
just himself, not
red, white, and blue.
If you need a reason,
it’s all about the oil, isn’t it?
Epic fury hides greed.
You don’t really love me,
never have.
You don’t really love
anyone, no one, never.
You expect me to love you back,
worship you, even.
Yet toss aside
every loyal servant.
For you there’s only
one true love
one God in the Gulf,
and it’s not Allah.
This “little excursion” is over
just a “blip” almost over
A “mini -war” kind of over
we’re winning.
I’m evil as a man can be
because it makes me mad
now don’t you lie to me
Don’t lie to me.
———–
Don’t Lie to Me, sung by Albert King
written by Hudson Whittaker in 1940
