Friend of the State, in the moment of truth
who never let on that you owe the King taxes
whose conscience is clear - Love conquers fear
His hour draws near, he relaxes
Down by the river fishing is good
Don't need a pole, a spear gun, or worms
Nothin' but net - straight from his mouth
This peace of my mind that gold piece confirms
He has the throne no Republican can
and a tax exempt plan for the winner
but for the truth that you cannot stand
No Republican can, as a sinner
The Democrat claim to his throne is the same
but no one comes to the Father
He came to you yours truly the Jew
whom politics sent to the slaughter
All that we want is from him right now
But you worship the god of your know how
All you receive is what you conceive
whatever gods of this world could allow
Friends of the State privatizing your fate
To build your own home with your own hands
He rules you where the wings of his prayers
and cyclones are stalking the heart lands
©2010-11 Gary Ottoson
