You don't shoot the butler,
don't alienate his kids
He is just a bureaucrat, didn't
mean to do anything he did
You don't shoot the butler,
don't make a widow of his wife
Here is not the sinister,
don't take his life, life, life
They dragged him down the alley
and they threw him in a cage
They left him with a book
and they watched him studying every page
They treated him polietely,
and they made him feel ashamed
And they left him there alone
to try and understand their game
Don't shoot the butler, he
ain't done dog-nothing to you
At best he's just a messenger,
a subject of the news
Don't shoot the butler, don't
put a bullet through his head
He don't mean nothing to you
either way, alive or dead, dead, dead...
They fed him cockroach soup,
they laughed and slapped him on the back
And they threw him in the
car and said brother you ain't never coming back
The butler he tried to tell
'em, he told 'em just about everything he ever knew
But nobody took him seriously
he just couldn't get through
You don't shoot the butler,
he don't represent no harm
His mind is filled with fairy
tales, another round of false alarms
You don't shoot the butler,
you don't pass him secret notes
He ain't got no power, and
only half your hopes, hopes, hopes
The butler started crying like
a child so confused
And they realized with cynical
surprise this one they could not use
They shot him with indifference
and therw his body in a Beirut street
They went back to recite a
prayer and catch a little sleep
And so you shot the butler,
why'd you really go and gun him down
He might have been living
between the walls of an enemy town
But you did not have to shoot
him he knew nothing of your cause
He was just a citizen trying
to obey the laws, laws, laws...
© 1986 & 1987 by Guy Jonathan Grove
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