For the Mekons et al

Is it time for you to settle down?

Yet your tiredness and sadness keep my spirits up

And the guns and greed that is in your heart

Is what a deputy lives for



Without you deputies exist

No voice to broadcast feelings with

Intuition, luck and fear

Confusion, age and sweat and beer



If you won they'd be the new Mekons

And you perhaps a myth bygone

No, they have something that they can see

And history is there to serve our cause



Memory, reality

Loyalty, idolatry

Money growing on a tree

Picked by aging little men



Deputies do not rely

Individual unions

Imagination, open eyes

They're the new home militia



Executive branch in a nation of one

Exercise our power

To veto, veto, veto

Be the man of the hour



Laws exist like history books

Atlantis State University

If you can forget how to ride a bike

You have had a good teacher



The words are there like a pretty picture

Hanging on the bathroom wall

At age 16, you are stealing a mirror

And find a friend beside you



Say your piece incidentally

And pick a dancing partner

And follow the steps and don't forget

You can use it again later



If we drink we still think

And we wake up in the morning

Or we stay out all night long

The righteous path is straight as an arrow