Gov´ment Songtext

Well, you dad-gum government You sorry so 'n' so's You got your damn hands in every pocket Of my clothes Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don't you know Oh don't you love 'em sometimes Well you dad-gum government You better pay attention You're sittin’ up there like a fool's convention Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don't you know Oh don't you love 'em sometimes Well you soul selling no-good Son-of-a-shoe-fittin’ firestarters I ought to tear your no good Perambulatory bone frame And nail it to your government walls All of you, you Bastards You da-gum government You sorry rackafratchits You got yourself an itch a And you want me to scratch it Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Of don't you know Oh don't you love 'em sometime Well you soul selling no-good Son-of-a-shoe-fittin’ firestarters I ought to tear your no good Perambulatory bone frame And nail it to your government walls All of you, you Bastards Well, you dad-gum government You sorry so 'n' so's You got your damn hands in every pocket Of my clothes Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don't you know Oh don't you love 'em sometimes