While I got an amazing laugh out of the video mash-up of this Tom Waits song with Cookie Monster when I actually took a look at the lyrics I realized that Mr. Waits has kind of summed up the state of the politics right now. At least, from my perspective.
I’d sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you’re looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You’re out of luck, you’re out of luckShip is sinking
The ship is sinking
The ship is sinkingThere’s a leak, there’s a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves and lawyersGod’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, businessDigging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It’s a job, it’s a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It’s all over, it’s all over
It’s all overThere’s a leak, there’s a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves and lawyersGod’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business
God’s away, God’s away on business, businessGodddamn there’s always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There’s always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It’s a deal, it’s a dealGod’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, businessI narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby
Let her ring, let her ringGod’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business
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