Make the Pie Higher Blues

I can’t call it disappointment, or a crying shame
I can’t blame the government, that is not my aim
No, it’s just a plain fact, if you will allow
If I could play piano, I would surely play it now

I’d play a little blues tune, maybe a folksy tale
About young lovers, perhaps how love can fail
I would plink and tinker, and charm you the most
You’d fill up my tip jar, and we would drink a toast

You know, toasting is easy, when you’re drunk and young
Anything is possible, so many things are fun
You get a little older, a conclusion you should reach
When they crap on the Constitution, baby, you know it’s time to impeach

(chorus)
Well, Josh Marshall
Well, Digby too
Well, well, those measured voices
Who want the world to fly true
We all could conjure
A rational plan
But let’s not kid ourselves
We’re in the frying pan
We’re in the frying pan
And the flame is on high
It’s time to impeach the bad guys
Time to say bye
How much shit do you have to eat
Before you die?
Time to save our country
For mom and apple pie

I saw Alberto on TV, what a smarmy ass dick he is
Squirming like he shit himself, come to think maybe he did
This greasy ass smirker, he leads the DOJ
Good lord a mercy, we’re in trouble today

Remember Donald Rumsfeld? The King of Abu Grahib
He and Perle and Wolfowitz, all alive today
They never risked nothin’ as they sent folks to die
These assholes ruled the world, now ask yourself why

Some say it was the billionaires, out to make some more
Some say it was the fundies, and theocratic whores
I like to think it was the water, that we all drink
Let’s piss on Richard Cheney, that dirty ass fink

(chorus)
Well, Josh Marshall
Well, Digby too
Well, well, those measured voices
Who want the world to fly true
We all could conjure
A rational plan
But let’s not kid ourselves
We’re in the frying pan
We’re in the frying pan
And the flame is on high
It’s time to impeach the bad guys
Time to say bye
How much shit do you have to eat
Before you die?
Time to save our country
For mom and apple pie

Make the pie higher, and make the nation proud
Make us as good as we might be, a better angel crowd
Make us like the firmament when it’s a summer night
Let’s impeach these assholes, it’s worth the fight

You know, toasting is easy, when you’re drunk and young
Anything is possible, so many things are fun
You get a little older, a conclusion you should reach
When they crap on the Constitution, baby, you know it’s time to impeach

(chorus)
Well, Josh Marshall
Well, Digby too
Well, well, those measured voices
Who want the world to fly true
We all could conjure
A rational plan
But let’s not kid ourselves
We’re in the frying pan
We’re in the frying pan
And the flame is on high
It’s time to impeach the bad guys
Time to say bye
How much shit do you have to eat
Before you die?
Time to save our country
For mom and apple pie

I can’t call it disappointment, or a crying shame
I can’t blame the government, that is not my aim
No, it’s just a plain fact, if you will allow
If I could play piano, I would surely play it now

I’d play a little blues tune, maybe a folksy tale
About young lovers, perhaps how love can fail
I would plink and tinker, and charm you the most
You’d fill up my tip jar, and we would drink a toast

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