Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less Chapter 2 CAPITOL OFFENSE click here if song fails to play in 6 seconds                            You got’ta feed your congressman, baby                            You got to feed him every day                            You got’ta feed your congressman, baby                            You got to feed him every day                            Oh, mornin’, noon an’ nighttime                            You got’ta kiss his ass in every way                            Pay his kid’s way to law school                            Buy his ol’ lady a fancy car                            Pay his kid’s way to law school                            Buy his ol’ lady a fancy car                            Supply him a little boy blue                            An’ expensive Cuban cigars                            You got’ta feed your congressman, baby                            You got’ta feed him every time you get the chance                            You got’ta wine him an’ dine him                            And fly'm to Tahiti and France                            The more ya bribe him, baby                            The deeper he'll stick his hand down in your pants                            Got the businessman in his pocket                            The preacher man in his Gucci shoe                            Got the businessman in his pocket                            The preacher in his Gucci shoe                            Started in life a rich man                            An’ likely he’ll die one, too                            Ignore the homeless an’ the veterans                            And cut the funds for healthcare                            Vote himself a raise and leave                            The school lunch tables bare                            Fill up the ol’ pork barrel                            And build a bridge to nowhere                            Pack Wall Street’s war chest                            On a false weapons pitch                            Take food off the poor plate                            An’ give it all to the rich                            Like Robin Hood in reverse                            A no-class lyin’ ass son of a bitch                            Headin’ up to DC                            For a day of recompense                            Oh, headin’ on up to DC                            People’s day of recompense                            Join the million-mile protest line                            A genuine capitol offense                            Yeah, a genuine capitol offense * * Inspired by Mass Murderers in High Places. Click Here to Go Back to Contents Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Richard Aberdeen. Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Freedom Tracks Records. ( including from several earlier copyrights ) No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author. For inquiries, please contact Freedom Tracks Records.  The essays entitled Revolution and Revolution ~ Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced and distributed as desired.