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I did this for the Boy, way back when. But, unfortunately, this is more tragically apt today than it was in what now seems like some other lifetime...
Well the farmer gets paid at least twice what he makes And there’s no room for cold retribution There’s no kangaroo courts Or tax on imports In Rosemary’s New Constitution
Every policy’s made with the President’s aide Who is homeless and has no provisions And when Congress gets stuck On how to spend all our bucks Well, a six year old makes the decisions
Because Rosemary knows when a change is coming too soon ‘cause she prays to the light of the Mount Hope Church moon (she’ll light up the room!) You can judge her all day You can send her away You can offer a better solution But watch the House rock When she puts her John Hancock On Rosemary’s New Constitution
Elections aren’t fixed and the truth’s not deep-sixed And the lever goes down when you pull it We get to keep our handguns Our Smith and Wessons We just have to hand in all our bullets
And the Blacks own the food And the Whites own the fuel And the Natives own the land so they’re covered The Rich own the schools And the Poor own the banks So they are all forced to live with each other
Rosemary knows when a change is coming too late ‘cause she prays by the light of the Mount Hope Church lake (whatever it takes!) You can judge her all day You can send her away You can form your own piss-poor conclusions But watch the House rock When she puts her John Hancock On Rosemary’s New Constitution
At the time, I thought (hoped) that this song would not have any tie-in by now. Just goes to show how wrong I can be.
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