Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less


Chapter 2

CAPITOL OFFENSE
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                           You got’ta feed your congressman, baby
                           You got to feed him every day
                           You got’ta feed your congressman, baby
                           You got to feed him every day
                           Oh, mornin’, noon an’ nighttime
                           You got’ta kiss his ass in every way

                           Pay his kid’s way to law school
                           Buy his ol’ lady a fancy car
                           Pay his kid’s way to law school
                           Buy his ol’ lady a fancy car
                           Supply him a little boy blue
                           An’ expensive Cuban cigars

                           You got’ta feed your congressman, baby
                           You got’ta feed him every time you get the chance
                           You got’ta wine him an’ dine him
                           And fly'm to Tahiti and France
                           The more ya bribe him, baby
                           The deeper he'll stick his hand down in your pants

                           Got the businessman in his pocket
                           The preacher man in his Gucci shoe
                           Got the businessman in his pocket
                           The preacher in his Gucci shoe
                           Started in life a rich man
                           An’ likely he’ll die one, too

                           Ignore the homeless an’ the veterans
                           And cut the funds for healthcare
                           Vote himself a raise and leave
                           The school lunch tables bare
                           Fill up the ol’ pork barrel
                           And build a bridge to nowhere

                           Pack Wall Street’s war chest
                           On a false weapons pitch
                           Take food off the poor plate
                           An’ give it all to the rich
                           Like Robin Hood in reverse
                           A no-class lyin’ ass son of a bitch

                           Headin’ up to DC
                           For a day of recompense
                           Oh, headin’ on up to DC
                           People’s day of recompense
                           Join the million-mile protest line
                           A genuine capitol offense
                           Yeah, a genuine capitol offense *



* Inspired by Mass Murderers in High Places.





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