(Music & Lyrics: Ackerson)
My town, ’tis of thee
Auctioning democracy
A vote for him might count for me
But you can’t prove a thing
It’s funny, my position here
Mouthpiece for the men of fear
My track record was more than clear
And still they made me king
For the right price, justice throws her blindfold down
And you can find her selling her dirty sheets
With the rest of the whores on the streets of my town
My friend Jesus puts a man to shame
The way he bears his family name
Though he’s always helped me just the same
I don’t know why he bothers
I remember when we talked that night
And I asked him about wrong and right
He said, “Truth is not our war to fight
When we have such powerful fathers”
For the right price, justice throws her blindfold down
And you can find her selling her dirty sheets
With the rest of the whores on the streets of my town
These are the streets of my town
Repeat after me, repeat after me, repeat after me, repeat after me…
We hold these truths self-evident (repeat after me)
That men are created dogs (repeat after me)
Endowed with life by the President (repeat after me)
Who allows them the right to play along (repeat after me)
You see, I thought you folks would see right through (repeat after me)
But the men I work for always knew (repeat after me)
That I just had to make up a word or two (repeat after me)
To keep you bastards distracted (repeat after me)
For the right price, justice throws her blindfold down
And you can find her selling her dirty sheets
With the rest of the whores on the streets of my town
Justice throws her blindfold down
And you can find her selling her dirty sheets
With the rest of the whores on the streets of my town
These are the streets of my town
These are the streets, these are the streets of my town
These are the streets, these are my streets
These are my streets, these are my streets
Of my town