Ballad of an American Town
Look out look out my friends, the good stuff’s on the run. The good guys sure are rallying, but they’re not having much fun. Someone started a petition and everyone I know signed. Three quarters of a million strong, and no, I’m not high. We raise the flag for freedom, Carlos Jones sings reggae, Christmas in July, we order ribs, glance at the sky, then say goodbye with a tear in our eye.
It’s much ado about something, said the nun in the habit, glamming it up with the Beatnik Cowboys in the barn. Our boys and girls are festing while our drag queens take the gambit, in the fresh air, with music and food, and the fleas on the farm.
They’re swing dancing in Bainbridge, and dazzled at the zoo, but the fireflies of rock & roll may be our Waterloo. We’re singing in the cemetery, ziplining over the lake, sharks are ready to strike, how much more can we make?
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–Thomas Mulready