For The Mekons Et Al

Is it time for you to settle down?
 Yet your tiredness and sadness keep my spirits up
 And the guns and greed that is in your heart
 Is what a deputy lives for
 Without you deputies exist
 No voice to broadcast feelings with
 Intuition, luck and fear
 Confusion, age and sweat and beer
 If you won they'd be the new Mekons
 And you perhaps a myth bygone
 No, they have something that they can see
 And history is there to serve our cause
 Memory, reality
 Loyalty, idolatry
 Money growing on a tree
 Picked by aging little men
 Deputies do not rely
 Individual unions
 Imagination, open eyes
 They're the new home militia
 Executive branch in a nation of one
 Exercise our power
 To veto, veto, veto
 Be the man of the hour
 Laws exist like history books
 Atlantis State University
 If you can forget how to ride a bike
 You have had a good teacher
 The words are there like a pretty picture
 Hanging on the bathroom wall
 At age 16, you are stealing a mirror
 And find a friend beside you
 Say your piece incidentally
 And pick a dancing partner
 And follow the steps and don't forget
 You can use it again later
 If we drink we still think
 And we wake up in the morning
 Or we stay out all night long
 The righteous path is straight as an arrow