Arrogance and wealth, wealth and arrogance.
Dear George, where have you gone?
Did you pack up your one-eyed pyramid
and fly away with the eagle?
Damn.
If you get this message,
say hello to Abe, Alex, Andy and Ben for me.
Oh yeah, Tom also.
What's the deal with him anyway?
Power and pride, pride and power.
Breathe.
I came into the kitchen and saw her crying.
I had never seen a grown-up cry.
They shot the president,
the Irish Catholic president,
and my Irish Catholic Mommy cried
as she sat on the stairs.
A sunny afternoon
as she sat on the stairs.
The radio was turned off
as she sat on the stairs
She hugged me
as she sat on the stairs,
I felt her tears in my hair,
my Irish Catholic Mommy.
Four bits.
Religion and politics, politics and religion.
Arrogance and wealth, wealth and arrogance.
Power and pride, pride and power.
and four bits.
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