Everybody wants to know why This country is slowly slipping Around and around down the toilet “It’s the economy.” Cry the wall-streeters With square authoritative suits Demonic striped ties Slamming their fists At the closing bell “It’s the hosing markets,” Shout the realtors Smiling, pictures on benches And urinal mats Pissed on by those who cannot Afford a home “It’s the schools,” the parents say Calling teachers for hours On the phone, they want to know About meaningless test grades PSATS, SATS, PLANS, ACTS Fuck Them All It’s the people Everybody You Me Him Her From the stock traders Obsessed with money, heads up their asses To the politicians Shit-eating grins On pale white faces Nobody wants to be That guy
