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Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr Boastman

Mr Boastman called the post office a joke
I have to ask, what does he smoke?
He’d rather give our billions to Boeing
Sometimes we don’t know from which
Airhole he’s blowing

They made them pay retirement in advance
72 billion, they couldn’t finance
No other business could do that and survive
Then they hand us that privatizin’ jive

Post Office dates to 1775
Thanks to the blue your medicines will arrive
Will they destroy everything we do better
Or will democracy become a dead letter

They say use DHL and Fed Ex
The private sector is better than sex
But Fed Ex prices make poor folk nervous
And even Amazon uses the postal service

So many people have no bank account
They can’t afford the minimum amount
Insteada lettiin’ the post office tank
We really ought to have a postal bank

All these attacks are totally fake
It’s the unions that they want to break
They want to put democracy up for sale
And to be sure they hate vote by mail

The postal service is our crown jewel
Don’t let it be killed by this greedy fool
Please send the Congress,
The Congress a letter
Tell the reps that they could do better

Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr Boastman
Before we are toast, man, look and see
Deliver de letter, no one does it better

In the cities and the villages
A gang disturbs the peace
They attack the darker people
And it never does decrease
They have weapons, they have badges
They are known as the police
Let’s end the terror now

Glory glory let’s defund them
No small changes, just home-run them
They don’t serve, they don’t protect
So it’s high time we elect
To end the terror now

We have sought accountability, it never has worked out
We’ve relied on body cams that sometimes seem to fizzle out
Offered sessions in de-escalation they just yawn and pout
Racism marches on—–

They have taken untold black lives
For no cause but hate and fear
Of inequality they are
The sharp point of the spear
Now the people have awoken
And until justice is here
We will go marching on

Glory glory let’s disband them
We don’t mean to just re-brand them
Preserving order is their trust
But the order is unjust
Let’s end the terror now

In their hands is placed the power
To bring terror to the streets
Men must cower, women worry
Just as if the cops wore sheets
Their rule is illegitimate
We know, we’ve brought receipts
Let’s end the terror now-

We must organize society the way some folks have done
Building power from the neighborhoods would be a lot of fun
Fund the social needs and you will see that no one needs a gun
And the cops could get real jobs-

Glory, glory let’s disarm them
It is clear we cannot charm them
We don’t need these robo-cops
Executing traffic stops
Let’s end the terror now

Mental illness, family violence, yes and homelessness as well
Never should result in death dealt out by those sent to compel
Send a psych tech with a net, not trigger-happy personnel
Calm down the evening news

Glory, glory let’s replace them
Find the worst ones and deep space them
We’re not signing no more checks
To the Cop-prison complex
Let’s end the terror now

Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr Boastman

Mr Boastman called the post office a joke
I have to ask, what does he smoke?
He’d rather give our billions to Boeing
Sometimes we don’t know from which
Airhole he’s blowing

They made them pay retirement in advance
72 billion, they couldn’t finance
No other business could do that and survive
Then they hand us that privatizin’ jive

Post Office dates to 1775
Thanks to the blue your medicines will arrive
Will they destroy everything we do better
Or will democracy become a dead letter

They say use DHL and Fed Ex
The private sector is better than sex
But Fed Ex prices make poor folk nervous
And even Amazon uses the postal service

So many people have no bank account
They can’t afford the minimum amount
Insteada lettiin’ the post office tank
We really ought to have a postal bank

All these attacks are totally fake
It’s the unions that they want to break
They want to put democracy up for sale
And to be sure they hate vote by mail
The postal service is our crown jewel
Don’t let it be killed by this greedy fool
Please send the Congress,
The Congress a letter
Tell the reps that they could do better

Wait
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Boast-Man
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr Boastman
Before we are toast, man, look and see
Deliver de letter, no one does it better

Good evening friends and blessins
We’re continuing our lessons
Is our hist’ry such a myst’ry
No this won’t be on the quiz, see

If you give some folks a better shake
Than the other ones
The taller or the shorter
They will take the road to ruin
They may know not what they’re doin
It will be a circle jerk, it won’t work
a cul de sac no goin’ back

Power corrupts, it interrupts
Equal rights it disrupts
Then after a while you get your empires, gunnin’
For the profits that are runnin’
Grabbin’ land and killin’ humans
Only if you can’t enslave ‘em
Taking what they say god gave em
And these pirates who so violate
Cloak themselves in church and state

Flash forward to the days
When emerging from the haze
Of world war the newest nation
Became the leader of the pack
And attacked anyone who would
Dare to block their track

Come the 60s this great nation
Was taken to a war against its poor
Darker people both at home and cross the sea
But the youth exclaimed no more
Show old school right out the door
For minute we were winning
But we were only beginning

Powers that were girded their forces
Pledged and plotted to retain resources
Re-asserting their dominion
Over public opinion opinion opinion

America was conquered and destroyed
Grabbing treasure for their pleasure
It was looted, loot rerouted
And then the people must rebel
Raising up the decibel
Without which we’ll ne’er do well
Democracy with inequality can never last

Then began an anti-freedom ride
The Attorney General said
This country’s going so far to the right….
You won’t recognize it.”
But still they will disguise it
With dog whistles and epistles
To the sanctity of whiteness
There will be no white contriteness

Everything after was a slide
All our progress nullified
Putting people back in boxes
Chickens caged, guarded by foxes
Military thugs in blue
Yes they do know what they do
Orange menace riles up racists
Who fear browns will take their places
Orange man would like another Orangeburg—-

And then there was an interregnum
Freedom fighters pause and keep mum
Black man in a white house
In like lion, out like meek mouse
Even so infuriating
Those used to dominating
Some small status they’d enjoyed
Declaring others null and void

The only way to really quit
Is to openly admit
The hurt and rage of those
Who cannot turn the page and close the book
On this regime of greed and lying
Of theft and occupying
Which parades itself as greatness
If we’re willing we can break with our own past
Because democracy with inequality can never last

Imagine a world like white suburbanites
Already have
No daily terror from the wearer of the
Badge and gun
What fun!

America was conquered and destroyed
Grabbing treasure for their pleasure
It was looted, loot rerouted
And then the people must rebel
Raising up the decibel
Without which we’ll ne’er do well
Democracy with inequality can never last

So they kill and kill but yet and still
There will be a limit
When people rise agin’ it
And people say to profit
That’s enough, come on, come off it
And then perhaps we’ll see
Whether folks like you and me
Can learn to see through boys in blue
And know exactly what to do

We don’t want to burn it down
But if these clowns won’t come around
They better know it’s gonna blow
And it won’t be so pretty
In the city of murder and despair
Yes they’re restoring order
and the order of the day
Is of course not what they say

There’s talk of cop brutality
Of racialized mentality
Police recruited to defend a brutal order
We can see it’s futile there’s no border
Twixt the brute and the suit who decides
And derides the downtrodden
So broaden your view, see that

You may not be the one with the gun
But you may have freedom and a nest egg
While others sit on a powder keg
This ain’t new as I think you knew
It don’t date from yesteryear I fear
Look at the wide screen
It dates from 1619

America was conquered and destroyed
Grabbing treasure for their pleasure
It was looted, loot rerouted
And then the people must rebel
Raising up the decibel
Without which we’ll ne’er do well
Democracy with inequality can never last

The annexation
Of a whole nation
By a conqueror is not permitted
If gangs who pillage
Came to your village
It would be Johnny get your gun

US and Israel
Agree without fail
They share this square idea they’re superior
Grab land and water
Kill son and daughter
Don’t give a damn for human rights

Israel’s ambitious
A bit malicious
They’re not satisfied with West Jerusalem
They want the whole land
They’ve got a big plan
It’s a somewhat racist scam

They’re occupying and always lying
Apartheid is but a step
To their final goal
Ethnic cleansing and dispossession
The USA says A-OK

Let’s all unite now
And I mean right now
My mother said stand up for the underdog
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

It’s a world disaster, a world of fear,
Will it last two months or perhaps a year?
There’s so much we don’t know, 
except where we can’t go
It’s Corona after all!

Government has gone AWOL
Let’s meet at the web town hall,
Just keep calm and bring Lysol
It’s a hang in there together alone world

Shall we blame Obama or just the Chinese?
Will Boss Tweet keep lying
I hope he won’t sneeze
Where’s the test? We’re betrayed!
There’s big bucks to be made
It’s Big Pharma after all!

It’s a Trump plague after all,
Don’t go for a pub-crawl y’all
Grab your phone, plot their downfall
It’s a Trumped-up world!

There’ll be banging pans
And horn-honking drives
We will zoom together
And fight for our lives
Evictions aren’t fair
And we’ve got no health care
Can we help this system fall?

It’s a Trump plague after all,
Incompetence has cast a pall
A general strike would be a ball
It would help this system fall

Well come on everyone at home or work
Maga Man done gone berserk

He thinks you cure corona with bleach and sun screen
That’s why we’re all gettin’ COVID-19

Why he won’t wear a mask, do you gotta ask
Oh he’s totally up to the task



Now come on Wall Street don’t be slow;
Bet on the crash, then buy it up low.

There’s plenty good money to be made
In viral marketing to folks afraid.

Stable genius knew all along
Too bad everything he knew was wrong


And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask PT Trumpum, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain’t no need to test the poor
It’s just another common cold

Well, all you folks in our great GOP
Think government keeps you from being free
But I know you gonna scream holy heck
If you don’t get your stimulus check
1200 bucks for all the Joe Six-Packs
And for the rest of them stock buybacks

Now all of us don’t get equal hell
Like the black and brown who don’t live so well
A mob of the MAGA persuasion

Conducted a statehouse invasion.

Though heavily armed,
They parted unharmed,

And that’s how you know they‘re Caucasian

And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask President Nero, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, c’mon and feel the hate
Old ladies are someone else’s mom
So let ‘em be real gone

We shelter in place, they deliver our food
While Amazon workers are totally screwed
We can order TP with a couple clicks
And if that gets old there’s always Netflix
Meanwhile prisoners and immigrants
Be the first to come home in a box

Now you know who started it, them Chinese
And some Mexican rapists oh please don’t sneeze
W.H.O. gets no more dough
They’re only the world, what do they know?
But I can’t wait for the courtroom drama
When we blame it all on Obama

And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask Jared, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
You want PPE don’t look at me
That’s totally up to the states

Anyway the fix is in
It’s Hydroxychloroquine

We’re isolating
But we’re not waiting
If we unite for what’s right
We will win this fight
Come Facebook likers
You could be strikers
Then you’ll really have some friends

We know we’re misled
And some are not fed
We know that food, health and housing 
Are human rights
Government’s viral
A downward spiral
This system’s clinically insane

Essential workers
Out on the front lines
Meanwhile the Congress is bailing out
Oil tycoons
Tax cuts for wealthy
This is not healthy
The table-turning day has come

All work we’re stopping
No going shopping
We know Amazon workers are suffering
Dismal conditions
Hey politicians
Tell us which side are you on?

We lack finances
Here’s what our stance is
If we have no work
We won’t pay our rent
You can’t evict us
You won’t afflict us
We’re clicking like on strike today

System is breaking
The crooks are quaking
We can survive, we can thrive
Tell the landlord
If there’s no paycheck
Then there’s no rent check
So just back off at least six feet

Prison’s for poor folk
Whose bail they revoke
We won’t die in your jails
While your system fails
We say the state must
Decarcerate us
The President can have my cell

For living wages
Health for all ages
We must create a much greater
democracy
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now