From one of the centers of organics in the United States, the Kickapoo River Valley of Southwest Wisconsin, comes a catchy little musical indictment of Monsanto. After listening please visit the Action Alerts section and then send president Obama a message saying we don’t want Monsanto’s genetics to contaminate organic all the organic alfalfa in this country. “Read full article to view lyrics.” [powerpress]
The Monsanto Rag
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Well, come on all of you farmin’ folks
Ole Monsanto’s a blowin’ smoke
They got genetic freaks and corporate greed
You can spray anything but you can’t save seed
They’re changin’ Mother Nature’s rules
There’s new genes in the pool
And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
Well, there ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye.
Well, come on farmers get off your ass
Roundup Ready is here is last.
You sign away your privacy,
When you buy into technology.
Don’t ya be the last fool on the block
Grow genuine Frankenstein crops.
Chorus
So, come on scientists, don’t go slow.
This world needs GMO’s.
There’s plenty good money to be made,
Choppin’ those genes, with the tools of the trade.
You know we’re not God, yeah we’re throwin’ the dice
That’s what happens when you cut and splice.
Chorus
Hello Mothers throughout the land,
You put your fate in Monsanto’s hands.
Now, come on Fathers don’t hesitate
To count your sperm… IT’S NOT THAT GREAT
It’s alright you can trust in me,
Remember DDT.
And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
Well, there ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye. (repeat)
