Medicine Show
All the priests, politicians and peddlers,
are trying to sell us their wares.
And we've all got first row,
at the medicine show,
kicked back in our lazy boy chairs.
They claim that they have what will fix us,
though it's usually more of the same.
They'll tell us what's wrong,
with a smile and a song,
and ask us to join in their game.
They all claim to know how we got here,
it's the way their competitors play.
We should all do what's right,
but be ready to fight,
if the others don't see it their way.
If we can't choose the road or direction,
but only who's driving the bus,
then there's no place to hide,
we're along for the ride,
and they'll go on with or without us.
They all say that we'll like where they're going,
and promise a room with a view.
But I think I'll decline,
where I am is just fine.
And I hope it all works out for you.
Bob Foote 2008
Battle Hym of the Republicans
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the war
We will reap enormous profits, more than ever seen before.
We will bomb the towns and pump the oil and watch our prices soar. Our profit marches on.
Glory glory Halliburton, Glory glory Halliburton,
Glory glory Halliburton, our profit marches on.
We will rebuild all the pipelines that were damaged by the bombs.
Then we'll sponser free elections and make sure our man has won.
We will stay until the wells run dry then say our job is done.
Our profit marches on.
Glory glory Halliburton, Glory glory Halliburton,
Glory glory Halliburton, our profit marches on.
Bob Foote
Nov. 2004