Russell G. Robison


Listening to your promises
That pours out of your mouth
You say we’re headed north
And all the time we’re headed south

Lounging in your playground,
Lip locked with Saudi’s too
It’s not the words you’re saying
It’s about what you don’t do

Oh print that money Congress
Go out and spend away
Because you know that it’s a bill
That you don’t have to pay