Sing to the tune of “Seasons in the Sun” By Terry Jacks
Hello Murkoswki, my old friend
I heard you speak your truth on CNN
about the fear inside your heart
It’s so easy to get played
when bullies know that you’re afraid
Hello Murkowski, my old friend
a fascist train is coming ’round the bend
and our freedom’s on the track
It’s time to take our country back
from that empty orange sack
There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep
Hello Murkowski, my dear friend
the words you spoke are something to commend
but there’s a truth that can’t be blurred
We’ve been conned, and we’ve been lured
by the rich and self-assured
The time for words is over now
Let’s worship freedom not an orange cow
It’s our nation on the line
Gather forces and some nerve
to take back what we deserve
There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep
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