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He sings ...

"From Bagdad to Baltimore, a world-wide war
The tactic of destruction as a double-bladed sword
As the contracts hit the billions and the billions hit the street
In protest of the slaughter, getting slaughtered police
We grow to love our neighbors then to stab them in the back
In a crooked game of power with a deck that's always stacked
The goal's to struggle through your labor just to find your place in line
While the profiteers repeat the pattern, holding down rewind
And if the foreground's so destructive think what's happening behind
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher, my place would be defined

I watch the television, see the headlines now and then
Slogan after slogan, repeating the refrain
We trust these movie-stars of media, and we're fetishizing fame
As little tidbits of reality go flashing across the screen
They say that everything is even it's all following the plan
The dead are stacked in piles being bulldozed in the sand
There's nothing different about it, it's just like all the rest
Limbless children without parents, homeless cancer-ridden vets
They try to cloak it all in logos, every day another myth
The news reporters smiles, gaining stories from the death
What they did to Southeast Asia they are doing here today
If I had a rocket launcher, I'd make somebody pay

Time continues slowly sometimes dangerously still
Everyday a new beginning finds you staring up the hill
Another war another clearcut, another killer cop
A society collapsing with the ticking of the clock
You'd think there'd never be an outlet, never something so immense
That it could break this spell of silence and the deeds it represents
But between the benefactor's and the people beaten back
It's evident by history that something's gonna crack
And when it does there's only action, the changing of the hands
Aggression laying waste to all the best laid plans
And don't blame me if I'm smiling when it all comes tumbling down
If I had a rocket launcher, I'd make each second count."

The Joker sang his way into the bar, as usual.

(ooc: Lyrics by Ryan Harvey)

One fae ambles over, hands in his pockets. He's looking nearly civilized now, what with his (dusty) jeans and his (rumpled and not-very-well-buttoned) collared shirt.

... The shirt's got two long rips in the back, should he feel like stretching out his wings, but that's not visible from the front and therefore shouldn't count against him.

"I think," he says, raising an eyebrow at the Joker, "that I do not really care to know."

And look at that! They do.

Not to mention that his tongue when he sticks it out is a good deal longer and more forked than it should be.

"It is quite clear to me, sirrah, that we hardly travel in the same circles."

Puck smiles sweetly.

"Oh, anyone and everyone, depending on the day. Lately it's the mad ones, it would seem."

Marie really relates to the words of that song. She looks at the singer.

Something in her eyes draws him. With a grin, he walks over and doffs his hat, treating her to a deep bow. ""

"My name is Marie," she introduces herself. "I don't think I've heard that song, before."

"So do I," she says softly. "Or at least, I did when I could." She looks at him, "Your folk singer friend knows what he's talking about."

"People don't like to hear his message. But they should."

She smiles suddenly, "I would like that, Joker. Anything is okay."

He turns to the bar. ""

The bar produces two drinks - one shot of whiskey, and ... (ooc: you get to choose)

She takes a sip. "I like it better when there's nothing left to bleed. Everyone just...gone."