Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Our taxes fly over the ocean
To fund every Middle-East war
The money is urgently needed
Right here for the jobless and poor
Our bridges and highways are crumbling
Our education is below par
The money that’s now spent on killing
Could be spent to wage peace and not war
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back those taxes to here
Bring back, bring back
Then all of us Grannies will cheer.
We should be supporting our students
Who struggle to pay for their loans
We should be supporting our families
Some people are forced from their homes.
We’ve worked mighty hard for that money
We pay every year to the Feds
We don’t want it paying for warfare
We could all have drug care instead.
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back those taxes to here
Bring back, bring back
Then all of us Grannies will cheer.
Authors: Jane Hare and Vicki Ryder