Look, baby. It’s the wanna-bee purple people lovers
Picking pretty promises
They breathe in each other (ah mintily refreshing)
The ripeness of a new-democrat party animals
and compassionate conservatives
They are Dream
In the Rye
And after all, “Imagine” is a song sung by a dead man, right?
Are they, as they
Dance in the eye of the storm
With moderate half-truths.
Swing votes hey-batta, batta
No! Right! NO!
Good, now aim
It is time for Bush, the sequel.
yes those wanna-bees (buzz) kill.
who still believe
for the people, but not with them
nugget in every pot
under every rock
you crawl from under
there is a BIG, BLACK voting BLOCK
Trick or treat!
Ever come when sally walker doesn’t have the fare to
Ride the freedom bus ‘til her feet are blistered
Meanwhile Michael Jordan
The love boat ashore
cashing in dividends
From corporate captains
“We’ll just have to find another ten year old
who can appreciate thirty cents an hour!”
But on the flipside
Those church going In God WE Trust wanna-bees
Who in the Hell Left The Dollar Bill Gates
Hallelujah! Thank You, Lord!
Jesus Saves Tech Stocks!
Hey you know what would really sell?
Put Puff Daddy’s public enemy
“One, One, One”
On the best sellers list so that everyday America can think
Everybody is living la vida loca
Like me and Mrs. Jones!
But of course WE feel your pain,
We cried you a river
By the way,
You can swim,
Jamal ,Joey, Jun ,Juanita!
You ghetto- “fabulous
Hey, Is that your final answer?
Convicted of first degree
Power than the People
this election year.
New world order
Be quite the same without them
BUT WE fought a poor man’s war
Hand washing the left
We performed middle class miracles
Let no child be left behind
hand washing the left
in the belly of the BUSH
Right hand washing the left
Performing Non-Partisan Sideshows
No more GORE in Hollywood
Yes I’m sick of being stung by those wanna-bee blood suckers
Former right, left-wingers
With broken stingers
that I don’t know
a caged truth from a free lie