Every so often we go to the zoo,
it's home, sweet home,
joining on the bits.
For the monkey, the tiger,
the spider, the gnu,
home, sweet home.
They mope, they pace,
they fly into rages,
throw feces at us
through the bars of their cages.
They've got no choice,
they've got no voice,
but it's home, sweet home.
But every night when the
zoo gates are closed,
home, sweet home,
They don't fall asleep,
they don't even doze,
home, sweet home.
They gather and grumble
and gossip for ages about the
strange creatures
Outside of their cages,
about you and me,
Who think we are free
in our home, sweet home.
For sure, as a species,
we are rather odd,
Home, sweet home.
No other creature needs
money or God,
Home, sweet home.
Animals succeed by natural selection,
We choose our leaders
in so -called elections,
where asses kick ass,
and prisons can pass
for a home, sweet home.
De fenses went up when the
towers came down,
home, sweet home.
Now we're so darned afraid
that we live underground,
home, sweet home.
Take up the blanks
from your walls and your floors
Mail them over your windows and doors
It's safe inside,
now we can hide in our home
Sweet home
When we fly we're on
homeland security too
Home, sweet home
Like sheep in a pen, we stand in a line
Home, sweet home
Take off our shoes, empty our pants
They'd strip us dark naked
if they had the chance
Miss Condoleezza absconds
with our tweezers
It's home, sweet home
It's orange alert every hour of the day
Home, sweet home
There's plenty of room at
Guantanamo Bay
Home, sweet home
Behind every bush, a terrorist lurks
Population control, you bet it works
Keeps us in line,
body and mind in a rush
Home, home
The rest of the world is
outside of the bars
Home, sweet home
Observing the zoo of the
stripes and the stars,
home sweet home.
They're hoping we won't want their oil and their water,
their air, their cheap labor,
their lands for our slaughter,
a dump for our waste,
and all of their space for our home,
sweet home.
Keep all this in mind
when you visit the zoo,
it's home, sweet home,
for critters who have it
much better than you,
home, sweet home.
They may have no space
for their paws or their fins,
but they don't have to pay
for the prison they're in.
And in their old age,
they're straw in their cage
in their home, sweet home
Keep all this in mind
if you're green or you're red
Home, sweet home
Carlton and Georgie are under your bed
Home, sweet home
The big corporations are
making your laws
Yanking your chains,
clipping your claws
Removing your choice,
stifling our voice in a
Home, sweet home
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Okay, it's time for Mr. Billy Bragg.
Geez, he comes when I call
and even Margaret Thatcher
couldn't do that.
I'm at your beck and call.
How long? know that.
That's nice.