Cockroach in the concrete
Courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches
Purging truths into great lies
The little man with a big eraser
Changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to
And all he hears and sees
Altering the facts and figures
Events and every issue
Make a person disappear
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 and wrongs and files
And records in the schools
You say 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
I believe my kingdom will come
(1st solo)
F is for fighting
Are is for red
Ancestors' blood in battle 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, they'll cover your grave with manure
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a P. M. Are. C.
(2nd solo)
F is for fighting
Are is for red
Ancestors' blood in battle they've she'd
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 a P. M. Are. C.
F is for fighting,
Are is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battle 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, they'll cover your grave with manure
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a P. M. Are. C.
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
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
I'm not a fish
I'm a man...
Hook... In... Mouth!