Tears over Tehran

This day is yours
When your voice is being taken away
By the lynching government
As Tehran sings for power
As the voices of the millions sower
To voices of the Ahmadinejad power
As he barks like a broken dictatorship
Using barages like battle ships

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The men who crowd the streets
have their blood cut by the plods
And the battons on the ends of their rods
Screaming we want the truth
And not an abuse of our system again
So floored As they free wheeled
Their voices in pain

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The governer in greed
Saw 64% percent in seed
And I can claim democrassy
For taking the voices away from the streets
So I can fix and regulate
To eyes pleasing kingdom burn up in smoke
As Mousavi pleads his case
As the Pigs lay waist to the bodies
Watching the high streets drip with blood
Of a many broken hands

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

So what happened to this so called democrassy?
Covered in red taped bureacrasy
As the tens of the thousands came marching
Into the towns square
Armed with their voices of as ammunition
Too battle the battalions teeth
In the front line
Falling to pieces as their blood was hacked down
By those heavy hands to control the greed

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

They sensed blood was in the air
As police swang battons in despair
As they sped through on mopeds
Gasing all the crowed too choke their voices
They faced the bricks and stones braking brittle bones
As they fought for their voices to be heard
Braking glass and cracking skulls
Sharade too the voices of parades

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The next dictatorship has been borne

By Jeffrey Johns 18/6/09