Republican senators and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Impeach the president, its the only way
Partacin politics, rape the country today.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink.
History's page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own.

Shipping powders back and forth,
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars,
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones...