Post by wtduck on Dec 10, 2012 20:36:30 GMT -5
Lucy Fur plays guitar,
In the back room of a bar.
Cynics call it,
The congressional cafe.
The sinners,
Gather there to pray,
And tell themselves,
That's it's Ok,
To kill with crooked bills,
Leaving the poor,and children,
To find their own way.
John B swears on his love.
Lucy told his brother,
Jesus knows ,
He's been sleeping with another.
So it really doesn't matter what he says.
They made a deal there at night,
Beholding each other tight.
Big donors keeping,
The words all sounding right.
One day the show will end,
The Bar will close and then.
Lucy Fur will take hold of them ,
And make the winners pay.
In the back room of a bar.
Cynics call it,
The congressional cafe.
The sinners,
Gather there to pray,
And tell themselves,
That's it's Ok,
To kill with crooked bills,
Leaving the poor,and children,
To find their own way.
John B swears on his love.
Lucy told his brother,
Jesus knows ,
He's been sleeping with another.
So it really doesn't matter what he says.
They made a deal there at night,
Beholding each other tight.
Big donors keeping,
The words all sounding right.
One day the show will end,
The Bar will close and then.
Lucy Fur will take hold of them ,
And make the winners pay.