From the canyon walls

To the city halls

Let the cannon balls rain down

On the Wall Street dregs who don't bleed out loud

Until they lose their heads

Fire in the hole

More lay-offs coming down

Tuition's due again next week

But it don't matter now

Bug their lines

And slap big fines

On those who'd voice dissension

They've got the gall to remind us all

Of the U.S. Constitution

Fire in the hole

A Congress rotting on the vine

They missed another deadline last week

But they say we're just fine

Poor Tanya Gore

She ain't no more

Lived a hard-fought thirteen years

Never had a chance

As she left the dance

Gunned down from the rear

Fire in the hole

Our young and poor, kicked to the ground

You see a lot of walking dead coming 'round

To this side of town

Meet Joe Time

Well past his prime

Shivering cold in a long bread line

That took some nerve when he went out and spent

His last ten dollar on a pauper's rent

Fire in the hole

The country needs your head

Time to learn to tell the truth from lies

Or we'll see a lot of red

© RDBrooks, 2013