Song: Deja Vu

I don’t know what I’m seeing.
Deja vu.
But it’s sure no place to be in.
Deja vu.
The shame of New Orleans;
of abandoned human beings.
I don’t know what I’m seeing.
Deja vu.

Deja vu. Deja vu.
The sea reclaims the wet lands and bayou.
Deja vu. Deja vu.
Drowning with the New Atlantis Blues.

Deja vu. Deja vu.
In vain they wait on rooftops for rescue.
Deja vu. Deja vu.
Bloated bodies floating into view.

I see the troops a’dying.
Deja vu.
I see more mother’s crying.
Deja vu.
I see the same old lying.
I see the pigs a’flying.
But I’m not sure that I’m buying.
Deja vu.

Deja vu. Deja vu.
The old lies used to justify the new.
Deja vu. Deja vu.
The same knee-jerk responding right on cue.

We’re sinned against, not sinning.
Deja vu.
I hear the Bragg, we’re winning.
Deja vu.
And though the ranks are thinning
our resolve to last the innings
of a perpetual war beginning…
Deja vu.

Deja vu. Deja vu.
We’re up a raging creek without canoe.
Deja vu. Deja vu.
Just another quagmire, stuck like glue.

Deja vu. Deja vu.
Now independent thought becomes taboo.
Deja vu. Deja vu.
And no one seems to have a bloody clue!