this is not a song, its an outburst: or, the establishment blues

the mayor hides the crime rate

council woman hesitates

public gets irate but forget the vote date

weatherman complaining

predicted sun

it's raining

everyone's protesting

boyfriend keeps suggesting

you're not like all of the rest. garbage ain't collected

women ain't protected

politicians using people they're abusing

the mafia's getting bigger

like pollution in the river

and you tell me that this is where it's at. woke up this moming with an ache in my head

splashed on my clothes as i spilled out of bed

opened the window to listen to the news

but all i heard was the establishment's blues. gun sales are soaring

housewives find life boring

divorce the only answer smoking causes cancer

this system's gonna fall soon

to an angry young tune

and that's a concrete cold fact. the pope digs population

freedom from taxation

teeny bops are up tight

drinking at a stoplight

miniskirt is flirting i can't stop so i'm hurting

spinster sells her hopeless chest. adultery plays the kitchen

bigot cops non-fiction

the little man gets shafted

sons and monies drafted

living by a time piece

new war in the far east. can you pass the rorschach test?

it's a hassle is an educated guess. well

frankly i couldn't care less.