Treasure Island

Richard Jarboe


In times of madness


In times of madness,
Vote for the mad man,
When money's no good,
When religion won't get you through,
When cops are corrupt,
And the government too,
Vote for the madman.

He'll talk about blood,
And how to keep it pure,
With blood in the street,
He thinks we'll endure.
If thoughts are amiss,
Fix it with a fist,
Vote for the mad man.

It's happened in the past.
It will happen again,
When things fall apart,
You're gonna need a friend,
If he's rational, he can't help you now,
So... do it with a smile,
And vote for the madman.

Submitted: Saturday, March 02, 2013
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