Erase the saints of liberty. Buy into your new heroes, ones with track marks and hair jelly. People who cry and wail. It's whine time in the chamber. All called to order, echo, echo, echo.
There's no one here, they booked the studio time months ago. Close the doors like a permanent holiday, we don't care if your mail gets through. Signed off on the budget months ago. Got money to raise. Never stops, the shakedown never stops, it's a numbers game.
Contributions to foundations, donations to causes, dinner that costs 10 grand a plate. Best chicken you ever ate, despite the rubbery mushrooms. A few boring remarks from a capital rat about democracy and the public trust. Oh goodie, a goodie bag. Full of shit.