This Is Not a Song, Its An Outburst

The mayor hides the crime rate

Council woman hesitates

Public gets irate but forget the vote date

Weatherman complaining, predicted Sun, it's raining

Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps suggesting

You're not like all of the rest

Garbage ain't collected, women ain't protected

Politicians using, people they're abusing

The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river

And you tell me that this is where it's at

Woke up this morning with an ache in my head

I splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed

I opened the window to listen to the news

But all I heard was the establishment's blues

Gun sales are soaring, housewives find life boring

Divorce the only answer smoking causes cancer

This system's gonna fall soon, to an angry young tune

And that's a concrete cold fact

The pope digs population, freedom from taxation

Teeny bops are uptight, drinking at a stoplight

Miniskirt is flirting I can't stop so I'm hurting

Spinster sells her hopeless chest

Adultery plays the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction

The little man gets shafted, sons and monies drafted

Living by a time piece, new war in the far east

Can you pass the rorschach test?

It's a hassle it's an educated guess

Well, frankly I couldn't care less