From the Raped Mountains of Appalachia:Perspective on the Bailout

Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes, I’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams      Bob Dylan, Thunder on the Mountain

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand, look into my heart and you will understand.

You brought me here, now you’re trying to run me away, the writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say.

Thunder on the Mountain heavy as can be, mean old twister bearing down on me.

All the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town, looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down.

The hammer’s on the table, the pitchfork’s on the shelf, for the love of God you ought to take pity on yourself. 


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