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Friday, October 22, 2010

The Opinuary Column



the autumn moon has seen it all
pledges and lies and folderol
parties of tea at its beck and call
everyone down on their knees

money is king and tv is queen
nothing left for the in between
the cats get fat when the times are lean
everyone down on their knees

take a walk in the chilling air
fair is foul and foul is fair
there's something here that's not quite there
everyone down on their knees

god--booga booga, ah-cha-cha
god--booga booga, ha-ha-ha
god--booga booga, fiddle dee dee
everyone down on their knees
if you please
everyone down on their knees

the government is demonized
full of thieves who hypnotize
shrink it down until it dies
everyone down on their knees

the proper life is a corporate state
let the market decide your fate
money is speech and you don't rate
everyone down on their knees
everyone down on their knees

god--booga booga, ah-cha-cha
god--booga booga, ha-ha-ha
god--booga booga, fiddle dee dee
everyone down on their knees
if you please
everyone down on their knees

we can't go forward and we can't go back
out of choices and out of whack
men with guns all talking smack
everyone down on their knees

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
no more bread, only humble pie
we came to conquer and divide
everyone down on their knees
oh
everyone down on their knees

the autumn moon has seen it all
pledges and lies and folderol
parties of tea at its beck and call
everyone down on their knees

money is king and tv is queen
nothing left for the in between
the cats get fat when the times are lean
everyone down on their knees

take a walk in the chilling air
the color of fall is everywhere
nature is fallen and what do you care
everyone down on their knees

god--booga booga, ah-cha-cha
god--booga booga, ha-ha-ha
god--booga booga, fiddle dee dee
everyone down on their knees
if you please
everyone down on their knees

2 comments:

  1. Mr. mjs, Sir:

    All the fat cats stuff cash in their hats,

    KKKristie O'Donnel's head's full of rabid bats.

    Sarah P's "Breath of fresh air"? It smells like a fart.

    If the Teabaggers want to "Stop making Sense", I wish they would start--to make sense, also.

    ReplyDelete

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