An Evil Innocence
Refrain: They are isolated from what they don’t
know
Their jack booted thugs go where they don’t go
You’d better listen to their orders and take it
slow
Or they will take you in their hands.
They send their jack booted thugs out to commit
crimes
While they lounge in country clubs or play
rounds of golf.
They own the courts and they own politicians,
And they laugh at the Godfather for being too
soft.
Refrain
They live in a country club built over hell,
With bypass venting so they don’t smell its
smell.
They dance on a dance floor carried on the backs
Of lost souls writhing and suffering under the floor.
Refrain
And they admit visitors and they admit members
From among the best and brightest and the
cleverest;
People who climb party lines, but never Mount
Everest,
And people who snort cocaine lines while writing
drug laws.
Refrain
And they have it so good, they want it
understood,
That no one else can have life or liberty.
So they make men dogs and put them on leashes
And give them jackboots and give them guns.
Refrain
And their jack-booted thugs walk among us like
kings,
Trailing long leashes and stinking of hell.
And fill us with lies and fill us with hate,
And try to destroy whatever they can’t own.
Refrain
And we fight them at risk of injury and pain,
And to avoid falling into their spell.
For they are really small people with no sense
of smell,
Standing on a platform over hell.
Finished in Honor of “Vaginal Probe” Governor
McDonnell
Christopher H. Holte