I recall singing a slightly different version of this during our anti-Vietnam war marches in the 60s. Seems like the perfect time for a revival. Maybe they could get Bruce to sing it during the TV special tonight. Could nail this election down cold...could provide wingnut bloggers and FOX news with a day-long feeding frenzy.
HOMAGE TO Barack
From "Marat / Sade"
(with apologies to Adrian Mitchell / Richard Peaslee and Peter Weiss)
Eight years after the revolution and the old king's execution
Eight years after I remember how those courtiers took their final vow
String up every aristocrat
Out with the priests Let them live on their fat
Eight years after we started fighting
Barack keeps on with his writing
Eight years after Abu Grahib fell
He still recalls the old battle yell
Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their arse
Good old Barack by your side we'll stand or fall
You're the only one that we can trust at all
Eight years he fought and he fought unafraid
Sniffing down traitors by traitors betrayed
Barack in the courtroom Barack underground
Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
Businessman the bourgeois the military beast
Barack always ready to stifle every scheme
of the sons of the arse licking dying regime
We've got new generals our leaders are new
They sit and they argue and all that they do
Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
And jail them and break them and give them all the axe
Screaming in language that no one understands
Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
Barack we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Barack don't make
Us wait anymore
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want our revolution now
Why do they have the gold
Why do they have the power
Why why why
Do they have the friends at the top
Why do they have the jobs at the top
We've got nothing
Always had nothing
Nothing but holes and millions of them
Living in holes dying in holes
Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
Barack we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Barack don't make us wait anymore
Poor old Barack they hunt you down
The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
Poor old Barack you work til your eyes turn as red as rust
poor old Barack
We trust in you ....