“SHATTERED”

“SHATTERED”
(music by the Rolling Stones)

performed by: LADY LIBERTY

Shattered.. shattered..
Hope and change and marxist dreams..
Are still surviving on my streets 😦
Look at me! your Lady Liberty’s in tatters!

I’m a shattered..
Shattered 😦

His friends are so alarming..
His love for me was never charming..
Life’s just a cocktail party on his Chicago street..
But in my Big Apple…
Occupiers dressed in Obama rags..
Stopping traffic..
His kind of Fascism..
Shattered 😦

Give me your tired, poor and huddled masses then tax & tax & tax & tax!??
Look out Liberty!..
I don’t matter? 😦
This Lady’s shattered..
Shattered…

All this empty fiscal chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter bout..
“fair share” shmatta, shmatta, shmatta…
He can’t give wealth away fast enough on 7th Avenue…..
This statue won’t bear his flatter..
shattered.. shadoobie.. shattered..

Work and work for Gov and tax..
Not too many hungry for success, success, success, we regress!
Does freedom matter? (shattered)
Does American Exceptionalism matter!?…..

KEITH GUITAR 🙂

Ahhh..Moochelle says look at me! I matter!
She’s so flattered…
Look at me..
“what we eat matters” yeah!

Pride and joy was our creed and test..
That’s what made our USA the best!
Not arrogance and coy and marxist dreams..
And Occupiers stinkin’ up our streets 😦
So look at me! my robe is tattered, yeah..
I’ve been battered..
Does justice matter?
Does my torch matter? uh-huh..
Does freedom’s light matter? uh-huh..
I’m a shattered…

Shattered.. shadoobie.. shattered.. shadoobie.. shattered..
Don’t you know the unemployment rate is going up, up ,up, up, up!
To live in this economy you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got Demo-rats on the west side..
Biden-bed bugs uptown..
What a mess this country’s in tatters 😦
I’ve been shattered..
My crowns been battered..
Splattered all over, Manhattan

Shadoobie.. shattered.. shattered.. shadoobie..
Uh-huh, D.C.’s full of Liberal money grabbers
Go ahead, bite Barack’s big candy apple….
Don’t mind the maggots 😦 uh-huh
Shadoobie, my crown’s been battered..
His Hollywood friends they come around and flatter, flatter, flatter,
flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter…..
Pile it up.. pile it up..
pile it high on the welfare platter……………