Lyrics
ONLY DEAD PRESIDENTS VOTE
By Ellen Griffith, Copyright 2000
Verse:
It takes a dead president or two,
To purchase my favorite brew.
But if money's free speech the way I hear,
Then, Bartender, where's my free beer?
As most any sucker can see,
The system's corrupt as can be.
Democracy ain't diddly-squat,
When government has to be bought!
Chorus:
When money talks, it rides on limo wheels.
Chump change walks on run-down heels.
When you suckers think that someone hears you shout,
An avalanche of money drowns you out!
Presidential pictures in green, stuffed into the money machine,
Means only dead presidents vote, it's true,
And they don't vote for me and you.
Money, money, money, money, how that river flows!
Money, money, money, money, you know where it goes.
Money for the Congressman, bags and bags of dough,
Money for the Senator for quid pro quo.
Let's repeal hypocrisy and then you'll hear 'em gloat:
Hey Chump, unless you're filthy rich, we don't hear your vote.
So, welcome to the teeming ranks of voter second class.
Unless you feed the greed machine, it kicks your sorry ass!
Presidential pictures in green, stuffed into the money machine,
Means only dead presidents vote, it's true,
And they don't vote for me and you.
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