Reynolds: Song Lyrics and Poems
Notes: words and music
by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1969 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1997.
Written in response to an alleged off-the-cuff remark made by then-governor
Ronald Reagan. A Berkeley city planning commission member had spoken to
him after a meeting, saying "Let the blood of the people of Berkeley
be on your hands!" His reply was reportedly "Fine, I'll get
some Boraxo to wash it off." This, after a man was shot and killed
during the demonstrations against the University of California for razing
a people-made park.
It's all right, it's all right,
If you're righteous it's all right,
Tho you've had your hands in blood up to the elbow;
You can always wash them clean with Boraxo.
Boraxo, Boraxo, the greatest stuff of all,
Boraxo in the bathroom, detergents in the hall,
Your dainty feet don't touch the street
Like people poor and mean,
And your conscience is washed clean with Boraxo.
The cop shot Rector on the roof,
The cop is clear of blame,
His uniform was spotless,
His rifle was the same.
The coppers carry dark wood clubs
So blood can not be seen,
And they always wash them clean
The student is protesting,
The copper clubs his hair.
His head is private property
But no one seems to care.
The happiness he's fighting for
Is earth and life and green,
And it can't be scoured clean
Malvina Reynolds songbook(s) in which the music
to this song appears:
Other place(s) where the music to this song appears:
---- Broadside No. 100 (July 1969)
---- Broadside, Vol. III (New York: Broadside Magazine, 1970),
Malvina Reynolds recording(s) on which this song
---- Malvina Reynolds
---- Ear to the Ground
---- Malvina Reynolds (2007)
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Recordings by other artists on which this song
----Eugene Chadbourne: Homeland Security (Chadula 2002H, 2002)