CHARLIE RANGEL
BEEFSTEAK LIAR
I keep my bellows in my bedroll, it's more
secure that way. Easier to access too. There
is sand in all my pores; I've got nowhere left
to go. Vagabond ways and secondary cousins,
the whole wide USA is making me puke :
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Man on the TV says lies, lies, lies. Man
beyond nods some more. Lies, lies, lies.
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Death to a dollar there ain't no more left -
this nation is bankrupt, living on a dream
deceased, broke like a banker's midwife in
a childless world. Illusion takes over : 'we
can think this through.' 'Fraid not, scaredy cat.
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It's all figment of a juicy lie - you trump the
corner, I'll cover the middle. We manufacture
more junk, they buy it all. Plastic imported
crap; sells like gold. Swarming the un-natural
stores, lining up at fake dairy cases. It's our cause
to push filth. It's our mission to never end.
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Man on the TV says lies, lies, lies. Man
beyond nods some more. Lies, lies, lies.
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