Iowa
words and music by steve meko
The locals believe there's strength in numbers - They've come to protest at their shore
You see their ship had just come in - A Gift they hadn't bargained for
Chorus
Iowa maneuvers itself into place - Another notch in a senseless race
Is this supposed to make us safe? - Now we're a target to be erased.
The wind just blew in our direction - Seems we're the lucky ones today
This Trojan horse in our backyard - Out where the view has turned to grey
Iowa radiates in silence - As genes mutate and fade away
The people speak, it goes unnoticed - Well what's left when you have no say?
Remember that accidents can happen - This is the place that I call home
So You can take your chances elsewhere, and leave this Island to it's own.
The locals  believe there's strength in numbers 
They've come to stand up, Raise their voice
You see it's time a line is drawn, Before we lose the right of choice
repeat 1st chorus

  Genre: Rock