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At ten twenty-nine
The guy on the news
Said all would be fine
Wall Street dropped I think
At eight forty-three
Someone said not to believe
Everything that you see
The Senate voted their raise
At eleven oh one
Just when we thought
Not another one!
And we watched it happen
We said oh my god
Then we shrugged our shoulders
And accepted with a nod
The things that happen
The things we can’t control
The things that make us
Want to hide inside a hole
Weatherman in glasses
And gaily colored suit
Talked and pointed
But all of it was moot
Ambulance in a rush
Sirens screaming bright
To pick up your father
In the middle of the night
While Time keeps rolling
Graying all your hair
Look back to remember
The greener cleaner air
And we watched it happen
We said oh my god
Then we shrugged our shoulders
And accepted with a nod
The things that happen
The things we can’t control
The things that make us
Want to hide inside a hole