Post #2715018

Been listening to Harry Chapin's There Was Only One Choice more often than any other song lately because it's the most topical song I know right now. :blobfoxsad: Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere? Step right up young lady Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis smile With your old folks eating dog food And your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag And sell us sermons on restraint And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream? B*U*Y Centennial Sell 'em pre-canned laughter America Perennial Sing happy ever after There's a Dance Band on the Titanic Singing Nearer My God to Thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me?