"Lost Florida Votes" genre: Folk
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	Every person who breathes spirit air of life-god has Right to Vote.
	Credits: Simon Seamount
	Story Behind the Song Gore won national vote by 300,000 votes. Over 50,000 votes for Gore were "thrown out" or "disqualified" by goon squads loyal to the Bush mafia crime family. This song is my laughing outrage at Bush's brazen disregard for the Democratic Right to Vote. Laughing because this act is in character for him and outrage that so many Americans are letting him get away with this coup d'etat. Lyrics Lost Florida Votes I hear a prophet with a long snow beard stand tall at feet of noble Lady Liberty and proclaim Vote that man for President who has a vision of justice for all people so I drive thru swamps to local highschool punch ballot hole by name of Prince Al and drop it with pride in a locked box then go home to watch angels on television argue and fight over our lost Florida votes. I walk into poll room with heart of faith telling old woman with glasses my name but she frowns and says you are a felon convicted of stealing from a grocery store also my records say you are Irish-German but I see your skin is brown as chocolate and Kate tells me we ran out of ballots so I must ask you to leave this school now and stop yelling so loud this is Amerika now I wander lost in wilderness of confusion cheated bamboozled by our lost Florida votes. I hear voice of the people rise in a roar from a thousand cities sea to shining sea shouting count my vote in your final number but old Queen Pineapple that faithful dog of Oil Baron Bush threw my vote in a trashcan claiming I double-punched for two candidates choosing a nazi fascist who hates immigrants instead of that prince who invented internet connecting all nations in a world wide web so I stand on an overturned car in flames demanding my voice be heard in hall of power but police laugh at our lost Florida votes. Prince Al rides a white horse from heaven handing gold coins to people of Amerika but Oil Baron Bush creeps in home windows at night stealing gold coins as loyal tax claiming we owe him Key to that White House but Archangel Michael stands before his face softly commanding that he go back to Texas till angry cowboy shoots a hundred bullets of false lies that bounce off Armor of Truth then runs away with our lost Florida votes. Angel of Death stands laughing on Congress holding nuclear bombs in ten thousand hands while I drive my car to work every morning earning a few dollars so my family sleeps warm and eats delicious food wrapped up in plastic and watches new movies that freak out our minds but angels and devils play political circus in cosmic chessboard war over Amerikan souls as Oil Baron Bush burns our lost Florida votes. Voice of Amerikan People gleams like sunshine on flowers sparkling after a refreshing rain but lies of fascist stormtroopers of Bush drown Our Voice in roar of factory machines and chinging dollars in gambling casinos of Wall Street where lawyers with cellular phones write laws that chain our souls in bondage strapping our mouths shut with immoral outrage when Oil Baron Bush locks Prince Al in prison of silence when he steals our lost Florida votes. CopyRight © 2000 Simon Seamount Angelus Gothinia 27 November 2000 Michigan Atlantis Anglonesia United Nations of Earth

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