Philosophical Musings

Philosophical Musings

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The City Occupation

The City Occupation
to the tune of big rock candy mountain..

One evening as the sun went down, and the city fires were burning,
To the park came a homeless walker, and he said boys I'm not turning,
I'm headed for a place that's down the street, beside financial station,
So come with me & we'll go and see, the city occupation.

In the city occupation, there's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night.
Where every street is Easy, and the sun shines every day,
On the birds and bees and the cigarette trees,
near the latte springs where the minstrel sings,
no ticks or fleas & you do as you please,
in the city occupation.

in the city occupation, all the cops have wooden legs,
the police dogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
there's picnic tables full of food, and coolers full of beer,
Well I'm bound to go where there's pot & blow,
where the rain don't flow and there ain't no snow,
where the girls are easy & the narcs don't know,
in the city occupation.

in the city occupation, you never change your socks,
and the little streams of alcohol, come a tricklin' down the rocks.
The rapists all are mellow, and the rent-a-cops are blind,
There's a lake of stew and a whisky too,
you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe,
where you crap on cars with a man from mars,
in the city occupation.

In the city occupation, the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again, as soon as you are in.
There ain't no employment office, no fryer grease or grills.
I'm a-going to stay where ya sleep all day,
Where the parents pray & the liberals pay,
Where they hung the jerk who invented work,
In the city occupation.

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