A cockroach in the concrete
Courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches,
Purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser,
Changing history.
Procedures that he's programmed to
All he hears and sees
Altering the facts and figures,
Events and every issue
Make a person disappear,
And no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story,
Every poem that ever was
Eliminates incompetence,
And those who break the laws
Follow the instructions of
The New Ways' Evil Book of Rules
Replacing rights with wrongs,
The files and records in the schools.
You said you've got the answers,
Well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe
It was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us,
we know the worst is yet to come
And I believe
My kingdom will come.
F is for fighting,
R is for red.
Ancestors' blood in battles
They've shed.
E, we elect them,
E, we eject them
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
D for your dying,
O, your overture
M, will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out 'FREEDOM',
It means nothing to me
As long as there's our PMRC.
F is for fighting,
R is for red.
Ancestors' blood in battles
They've shed.
E, we elect them,
E, we eject them
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
D for your dying,
O, your overture
M is for money.
You know what that cures,
This spells out 'FREEDOM',
It means nothing to me
As long as there's our PMRC.
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
Like a fish with hook in mouth.
I'm not a fish, I'm a man!
Hook in mouth!