And the lawmen, they frown upon
the hungry they look down upon
making deals to legislate
lobby in back rooms
bound by blood this yoke we wear
the debt of war forced to bear
labor sets the blood a boil
with cowed indifference we must toil
The salesmen now are governors
point fingers at young mothers
tear babies from their arms
slowly raise the blade
wash their hands of any harm
TMB 2013
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