Rain

It feels like November again
You can tell by the
Blow hard wind
Hail to the fundraiser
And his twin
Democrat; Republican
They talk and talk and
Confuse everything
They tell you not to vote
Is some kind of sin
Then the guy with
The most votes
Doesn’t even win
Grab the wheel and
Give it a spin
Round and round
Until November again

On opposite sides
Of a broad and beaten path
It’s nickel and dime
With faces so straight
It’s almost a laugh
It’s nickel and dime
Responses rehearsed
And choreographed
They shimmy and shake
Until you forget what you asked
Don’t look for answers
Near a campaign

Rain, copper coins
Hit the ground
Like rain
A sewer fills
Like a heart will
With pain
And it’s coming down

A heart that is so covetous
Guided by greed
And fear and lust
A shark smells blood
Like you smell trust
Saints and whores
Deny you in disgust
Make numbers dance
Deceive, adjust
Have reports recount
The results they must
Skip town while it all goes bust
Leave a child behind
Choking in the dust
Of a heart that is so covetous

You slither past
My best defense
It’s nickel and dime
You undercut
My confidence
It’s nickel and dime
And you’d swear
None of this makes sense
Until you add
The dollars and cents
And watch them wave
Good luck
From the back of a train

Rain, copper coins
Hit the ground
Like rain
A sewer fills
Like a heart will
With pain
And it’s coming down

Don’t take your
Right to vote for granted
You’re lucky to have it
In the land of the free
Don’t take your right
To choose your better half
For granted
Not everyone gets it
In the land of the free
Don’t take your right
To good health for granted
It’s an arm and a leg
In the land of the free
Don’t take your right
To work hard for granted
Job after job after job overseas
Don’t take your
Guitar for granted
Don’t pawn it to pay
For a better TV
Don’t take your throat for granted

There’s a meeting inside
You’d best keep it down
We don’t want to hear another sound
Or see you again
In this part of town
Shut up and love it
Or leave right now
We’re gunna make sure
There are no cameras around
When we break out gas
Shields, batons and hounds
Round you up
And put you in the pound
Push your face
Straight into the ground
Be sure there will be
No cameras around

It’s just business
Free trade business
It’s nickel and dime
It’s big bank business
It’s none of your business
It’s nickel and dime
It’s in your best interest
To stay out of our business,
We’re gunna give you the business
But baby, it’s just business
What part of money talks
Do you need me to explain?

Rain, copper coins
Hit the ground
Like rain
A sewer fills
Like a heart will with pain
And it’s coming down