John Raymond Pollard - This Helten death Songtexte
His brother said, "Don't worry
I can steal fifty thousand votes.
We left Colorado with loot from $ilverado.
The public won't take note.
And if that doesn't do it
I'll call on kiss me Kate,
Who'll say, "Don't count the votes.
Machines are like the pope.
Decisions can not wait."
From that steamy Tea Party
To frozen Valley Forge.
Centuries of democracy.
Show no need for King George.
You put the right votes in
You take the left votes out
And if you still can't win,
Cast it all in doubt.
Use tainted applications
And faulty machinations.
Don't let the black folk vote
Show them you've got clout.
They threatened and cajoled her,
But the fat lady would not sing,
And though they may deny it
The ministers did riot --
And screamed, "he is the king."
So they called on Uncle Thomas
And others judged of note
To sanction their selection in a perverse election
Where only nine people could vote.
From that steamy Tea Party
To frozen Valley Forge.
Centuries of democracy.
Show no need for King George.
To paraphrase Joe Stalin,
Politico of note
When all the votes are in
What determines who will win
Is who counts, not who casts, the vote.
Democracy's dishonored
We're all in the same boat.
Look out, Miss Liberty,
And tell me what you see
With tea leaves still afloat.
From the Boston Tea Party
To frozen Valley Forge.
The struggle for democracy
Shows no need for King George.
You put the right votes in Dubby, dubby, dubby, dub, dub, dub-aya,
You take the left votes out Dubby, dubby, dubby, dub, dub, dub-aya