[ blues ] Click Here for Free Song Download 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.
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