King Culture by Chuck A. Rock From Green Anarchy #8 Roll up some leaf- forget to brush my teeth Find my relief -in my belief- nothing, is that something? Culture is king-What will we bring-a shining prince? Since, the time has come and gone and I am so tense. Still tense, no prince will be my salvation- Living in tents, living in past tense. What revolution? No solution will end pollution except the abolition of the nation. Industrialization is our vaccination between all relations- The machine will try and separate the rivers and the ocean- The machine will separate the blood from flowing to my brain- The machine will try and dam up the river of life- The machines will try and sell off my life- The machines roll and roll crushing body and soul- And what will stop this machine? A machine gun? Will love stop it, holding hands? It is on the run. It runs love over like a frog under a tire- Stops your heart like a bird on a live wire- Sire, oh King culture, why do you pick my bones? Sire, oh King vulture, separate my meat and bones. Sire, oh Vulture Culture, devour my flesh and leave my bones. Sire, my oppressed instinct says your machine will sink- And the flow of life continues after we're extinct. Think! I am not afraid of extinction cause' I'm not afraid to die- King Culture do you think, do you feel, can you cry? King Culture you cannot see, cannot perceive, you haven't an eye. King Culture do you exist? Are you the machine? Am I you? Is this true? Am I you? Am I now machine? Am I the king? Am I you king thing? I don't wish to be- I want to see. I have an eye. I cry- I cry- And the machine runs over my tears.