[Spoken intro]
On November 9, 1994
The morning after the election
I returned to my polling place to find the mangled remains of the American liberal, buried under a conservative landslide
Male or female or black or white, I couldn't tell
But I knew it was a liberal because the heart was still on the sleeve and the knees were still jerking
Now the ashes have been scattered
Though not as scattered as the liberal when it was alive
And the conservatives have come to power and things are changing
There's a new show on PBS called "Mr. Rogers' Gate-Guarded Community"
And the conservatives themselves are changing, they're morphing
They're the Mighty Morphin' Power Brokers
They're wearin' the power ties and they're takin' the power lunches
But you know the one thing they've been missing up to this point is a power ballad
[Verse 1]
When your heart is heavy
When the night has been too long
When every road you choose
Muddies up your shoes
And leads you wrong
When you're cold and lonely
When your hope is at its end
When darkness comes to the skies
And tears fill your eyes
And you just need a friend
[Chorus]
Don't look at me
Wipe your own damn nose
And if I kept you down or made you cry
Or trampled all your hopes and dreams
Well that's the way it goes
In heaven there's no hate or war
In heaven no one's hungry or poor
In heaven they hold hands evermore
But we're on Earth
And here on Earth
It's every man for himself
[Verse 2]
When you're a black, Chicano, Native American
Jewish lesbian folk singer
And this morning when you woke up you hit your head on the steering wheel
You're shoulder deep in shit
And you just wanna quit
I know how you can get a handgun without the usual background check
[Chorus]
Get off my lawn
Pay your rent on time
And if I hire illegals to build a wall around my property
It's just 'cause I'm tough on crime
In heaven there's no fear or need
In heaven no one's rabid with greed
In heaven you get laid guaranteed
But we're on Earth and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
'Cause there's a hot wind a-blowin'
Can't you feel it? It's blowing hard
So where's your national pride, brother?
Where's your national ID card?
[Spoken]
And even as we said the American liberal walked to the Great Society in the sky
We await the day when he'll be joined by his friends, the literate and the tolerant
When all the frivolous arts and sciences are replaced by a nationwide network of publicly funded putting greens
That government at the people and above the people and in spite of the people shall not perish
But that certain people shall
And until then my friends
It's every man for himself, self, self, self
Self!
On November 9, 1994
The morning after the election
I returned to my polling place to find the mangled remains of the American liberal, buried under a conservative landslide
Male or female or black or white, I couldn't tell
But I knew it was a liberal because the heart was still on the sleeve and the knees were still jerking
Now the ashes have been scattered
Though not as scattered as the liberal when it was alive
And the conservatives have come to power and things are changing
There's a new show on PBS called "Mr. Rogers' Gate-Guarded Community"
And the conservatives themselves are changing, they're morphing
They're the Mighty Morphin' Power Brokers
They're wearin' the power ties and they're takin' the power lunches
But you know the one thing they've been missing up to this point is a power ballad
[Verse 1]
When your heart is heavy
When the night has been too long
When every road you choose
Muddies up your shoes
And leads you wrong
When you're cold and lonely
When your hope is at its end
When darkness comes to the skies
And tears fill your eyes
And you just need a friend
[Chorus]
Don't look at me
Wipe your own damn nose
And if I kept you down or made you cry
Or trampled all your hopes and dreams
Well that's the way it goes
In heaven there's no hate or war
In heaven no one's hungry or poor
In heaven they hold hands evermore
But we're on Earth
And here on Earth
It's every man for himself
[Verse 2]
When you're a black, Chicano, Native American
Jewish lesbian folk singer
And this morning when you woke up you hit your head on the steering wheel
You're shoulder deep in shit
And you just wanna quit
I know how you can get a handgun without the usual background check
[Chorus]
Get off my lawn
Pay your rent on time
And if I hire illegals to build a wall around my property
It's just 'cause I'm tough on crime
In heaven there's no fear or need
In heaven no one's rabid with greed
In heaven you get laid guaranteed
But we're on Earth and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
'Cause there's a hot wind a-blowin'
Can't you feel it? It's blowing hard
So where's your national pride, brother?
Where's your national ID card?
[Spoken]
And even as we said the American liberal walked to the Great Society in the sky
We await the day when he'll be joined by his friends, the literate and the tolerant
When all the frivolous arts and sciences are replaced by a nationwide network of publicly funded putting greens
That government at the people and above the people and in spite of the people shall not perish
But that certain people shall
And until then my friends
It's every man for himself, self, self, self
Self!
( The Foremen )
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