One final request
For all the voices we ignore
Give our regards on their behalf
The gods have smiled on you today
Or at least you thinking they have
But in the cold Milwaukee nights
Something is rising off the shore
Crawling out from underneath the bridge
Slipping through the streets
Your abuses are our energy and tonight we feast
Dear Mr. Governor
We know you meant no harm
But every time you were wrong
You made great plans
That took us to the darkest places
And you vowed your mission unrelenting
Even your constituents
But assembly will always be real
Even your constituents were tired
Their position compromised
Assembly will always be real
But I’ve always thought of myself as a privileged motherfucker
Oh cold hands we’ll be warm again
And to defend
Would be the greatest gift of all
For the end be it all
The gods have smiled on you today
And just maybe the have
But tomorrow’s coming swiftly
You will be held accountable
The tide will change
Our minds so powerful will meet
Your abuses are our energy
And we will suffocate the beast
But I’ve always thought of myself as a privileged motherfucker
Oh cold hands we’ll be warm again
And to defend
Would be the greatest gift of all
For the end be it all
credits
from MMXIII,
released March 13, 2013
recorded by John Gehring
mastered by Jack Shirley
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