Song for Casey

They can play Taps at my brother's grave.

They can say whatever they want to say.

They can salute, they can fold the flag.

Nothing they do will bring my brother back.

Talk, talk, talk about honor and glory.

Don't say a word about power and money.

But don't close the book on my brother's story

because I have to ask,

how many more will have to die because you lied?

How many more have to pay with their blood till you get enough?

My father and mother cry for their son.

They know he didn't have to die so young.

They can't forget, they have to go on

knowing nothing they do can ever right the wrong.

You want them to think he died for his country

but they know he died so you could make money.

You were so rich, you already had plenty

but you can't have too much.

How many more will have to die because you lied?

How many more have to pay with their blood till you get enough?

What he could have done if my brother had lived.

He wanted to teach, he had so much to give

but he gave us something worth more than gold

when he taught us to see through the lies that you told,

so look away from my brother's casket

and look at how you're filling your pockets.

For once in your life, can you be honest,

because I want to know,

how many more will have to die because you lied?

How many more have to pay with their blood till you get enough?

There's a lyric video of this song which you can find here, and you can get this track from Amazon here. The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 8/23/08 - click here to watch that video. This song is dedicated to Casey Sheehan, and was inspired by a poem written about Casey by his sister Carly that I heard their mother Cindy Sheehan recite on the Tony Trupiano radio show in July or 2005.