Desolation Row - Remake

This re-make of Dylan's Desolation Row in honor of Barack Obama's recent State-of-the-UNION:

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Swine Eric is selling invitations of the lynching
They’ve sealed the House off with clowns
The beauty parlor is filled with tan faced Boehners
The circus is this town
Here comes the blind Sergeant at Arms
They've got a bullet to his head
With one hand in the Treasury safe
The other is in someone else's pants
And the Tea-Party losers they’re restless
They need more Beck blowjobs
As Lady Michelle and the Chief look out tonight
From Desolation Row

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Unionella, she seems so restless
“It takes one to grow one,” she frowns
And puts her lips to the old wine bottle
Nanny Pelosi style
And in comes the Cruz, he’s moaning
“You Bow down to Me I Believe”
When someone says, “You’re no friend and in the wrong country,
You better go back home”
And the only sound that’s left
After the misfired missile is gone
Is America weeping upon the circus trash
Littering Desolation Row

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Now the law protecting the poor is forbidden
The rich have taken it all
The future-telling lady
In a black limousine taken for a last ride
All except for Madman McCain and Lindsey Little Boy
And the douchebag of the broken Dynasty
Everybody is faking trust
Or else expecting more of the insane
And the Good Chief, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the showdown
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

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Now Lady 1st, she’s ’neath the goal post
For her I feel so afraid
On her seventh worthless recital
She already is an aging patriot
To her, equality is quite romantic
She wears an iron smile
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her peacefulness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Barack's great Socialistic rainbow
She spends her time peeking out for now
From Desolation Row

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With McConnell, disguised as Senator Good
And his Negro memories in a trance
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, Mr. Clueless Clan
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing dirty diapers
And reciting the K Street alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was a terror long ago
For playing Russian roulette with the America goal
And today we have Desolation Row

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Dr. Hannity keeps his world
Inside of a lubricated Trojan horse
And all his brain dead FOX hounds
They’re trying to blow this America up
Now his nurse, some local boozer
She’s in charge of his sinking ship
And she also keeps the cards that read
“Have Mercy on Our Souls”
They all play and pray for the other side
You can hear them tell no truths
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

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Across the isle they’ve readied his crucifix
They’re getting ready for their feast
The ghost of Mr. Lincoln
A perfect image of his peace
They’re spoon feeding Miss Liberty
To get her to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill her off with self-confidence
After poisoning her with words
And us pilgrims are shouting to our youth
“Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
Obama is being punished for trying to fix
This Desolation Row”

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Now at midnight all the lobby kin
With the lead of the inhumane Romney scum
Come out and round up everyone
That have less than they do
Then they bring them to the mutiny
Where the electrocution machine
Is strapped across their testicles
And then comes the kerosene
Brought down from the mansions
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
From Desolation Row

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Praise be to America's Neptune
As the Bernies still hail at dawn
When everybody’s still shouting
“Which Side Are You On?”
And Mr. Lee and his pregnant whore
Still fighting for the captain’s head
While True America laughs at them aloud
As we workers still hold the sword
From sea to shining sea
Where once good times ruled our destiny
But today nobody has to think too much anymore
We have landed on Desolation Row

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Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the Constitution broke)
When you asked how America was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
We need to rearrange their faces
And give them all new brains
Right now I can’t see too good
Don’t send me no more excuses, no
Not unless you mail them
Far from this Desolation Row