Uncle Bogo

I wrote the original 'Uncle Bogo' in 1969, when I was 19.

Recorded this version in January 2018.

"Uncle Bogo was a nasty man, he had nasty eyes,
He wasn't my Uncle really but there were religious ties.
He taught me how to buy and sell, then said 'be on your way,
And seek your fortune somewhere else,' that's all he had to say.
And this is where I ended up, I didn't get the breaks.
I still can hear him in my dreams, he's laughing at my mistakes!

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.

Plastic politicians, deceitful by default,
A-slithering up the greasy pole, offer bread and salt.
They'll promise everything you ask, just to get the win.
Then shoot you in the back of the head as soon as the results are in.
And still the trusting multitudes can't figure out what went wrong.
Vote for those at war with you and you aren't gonna live too long.

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.

A garden full of little girls, how does the garden grow,
Will kiss my hand, but in secret plan to shatter the status quo,
I'll quietly let them play their game until they feel secure,
Then I'll lead them to the brink of life and wide the door
But all they'll find is a House of Horror full of naughty boys,
Who'll line them up for hard core porn and shit on all their toys.

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.

Out from the House of Horror, away from the fat rat race;
To study Buddha, Marx and co. and Mein Kampf just in case.
At one with those who struggle, whose fate is always sealed!
To lead them up from Nomansland to a level playing field.
Another lofty paragon, humanity in mind,
Will kill ten million 'fore he's done, for the betterment of all mankind!

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.

A drugged up, dumbed down, dead end kid, who'd never seen the light,
Took to taking what his conscience said was his by right.
I'll lock him away in a darkened cage till he signs on the dotted line.
Defy the Lord and Master and the slave must pay the fine.
So it's off to war with you, and all the others who rebel!
Before this day is done another boy will burn in hell!

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.

Uncle Bogo was a nasty man but he was all I had.
There's nothing left to cling to now, be it good or bad.
The time of Tony said to me the eve of that last day,
'You heed your Uncle Bogo and perhaps he'll find a way!'
But he palmed me off with figments from half closed robot minds,
Now I'm your only legacy and same as you I'm blind.

Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo.
Uncle Bogo."