Roosevelt Room

Hey there, son of Adam
 Hey there, daughter of Eve
 Help me sing this tear gas riot song
 For some fresh-faced police
 They won't even know what hit 'em
 When they lift their Roman shades
 And the people's sun comes pouring in
 On a brand new day
 You who dammed the river
 You changed our mountain's name
 First we want Denali back
 Then we're taking over Washington state
 You get death as a consolation
 You know only hate and rage
 You paid a dowry for your child bride
 And now she's living like a slave
 A prayer came down the wire
 It was all in the enemy's code
 You couldn't figure out what mercy meant
 So you did like you were told
 When they finally sent the doctors
 Once the fireball went out
 There was nothing left but the cockroaches
 And a movie with no sound
 What good, what good are you
 With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?
 What good, what good are you
 With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?
 Go ask Hunter Thompson
 Go ask Hemingway's ghost
 It all catches up with you
 Once you get just a little too old
 Take a hard look in the mirror
 It's a thing that you cannot see
 Your shadow's long but the day is young
 It just wasn't meant to be
 There's no blankets for the winter
 There's no oil in the lamp
 And I'd like to write my congressman
 But I can't afford the stamp
 You want me to pay my taxes
 So you can propagate your lie
 While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
 Looking like they're gonna die
 You who quote the legends
 You who poisoned all of my dreams
 You who pinned all of the medals on
 All those boys from Omaha Beach
 Hope you haven't got too lazy
 I know you like your apple pie
 'Cause the working poor you've been pissing on
 Are doing double shifts tonight
 What good, what good are you
 With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?
 What good, what good are you
 With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?