Censure Song

Since you’re inquiring about taps of your wiring,
And since it’s three years before Bush is retiring,
Let me run this solution to unconstitutional
Power pollution: A new resolution.

Censure the president, call him to answer,
Take the taps off the wires, and cut out the cancer
That he represents on the body of state.
And do it today, man, before it’s too late.

Russ Feingold stood up in the well of the Senate,
(Took all kinds of flak from the likes of Bill Bennett),
Said, “It’s a crime when the president orders his spies
To spy without warrants under ‘Merican skies.

“And to undermine FISA, which came after Nixon,
‘Cuz Watergate showed us that Nixon was fixin’
To punish his enemies, real or phonies,
By using the structures of power and cronies,

“To get what he wanted, but that’s not my speech.
My speech is censure if we can’t impeach
This son of a bitch who keeps picking fights
And taking a shit on OUR Bill of Rights.”

Censure the president, call him to answer,
Take the taps off the wires, and cut out the cancer
That he represents on the body of state.
And do it today, man, before it’s too late.

You’da thought they’d line up and speak truth to power,
But Democrats didn’t do nothin’ but cower.
Now Feingold is getting called all sorts of names,
But he started a fire, he’s fanning the flames.

How long will it take, how far will we plummet?
Democracy used to stand high on the summit
Of civilization and human endeavor,
But now it’s in crisis and we all say, “Whatever.”

Censure the president, call him to answer,
Take the taps off the wires, and cut out the cancer
That he represents on the body of state.
And do it today, man, before it’s too late.