Mildred Pierce Reporting (old Sarge) Lyrics

Mildred Pierce reporting:
I was there. I saw it. I saw women thrown down on Fifth
Avenue and raped in their mink coats by blacks and
whites and yellows while street urchins stripped the
rings from their fingers. A young officer stood nearby.
"Aren't you going to do something?" I demanded.

He looked at me and yawned.

I found Colonel Bradshaw bivouacking at the Ritz. I
told him bluntly what was going on. His eyes glinted
shamelessly as he said, "Well you have to take a broad
general view of things."

And that's what I have been doing. Taking a broad
general view of American troops raping and murdering
helpless civilians while American officers stand around
and yawn.

"Been at it a long time, lady. It's the old army game
from here to eternity."

This license was dictated by considerations taken into account by prudent commanders throughout history. It
pays to pay the boys off. Even the noble Brutus did
it...

Points with his left hand in catatonic limestone.

"The town is yours soldiers brave."

Tacitus describes a typical scene... "If a woman or a
good looking boy fell into their hands they were torn
to pieces in the struggle for possession and the
survivors were left to cut each others' throats."

"Well, there's no need to be that messy. Why waste a
good-looking boy? Mother loving American Army run by
old women, many of them religious, my God; hanging
Amercian soldiers for raping and murdering
civilians..."

Old Sarge bellows from here to eternity.

"WHAT THE BLOODY f*ckING HELL ARE CIVILIANS FOR?

SOLDIERS' PAY."

98a093ef90e217ef050a243a77e52596