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This to be sung to the tune of "Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again", by the incomparable Mr. B. Dylan.



Stuck Inside Of -(************)- With The Survival Blues Again


Oh, the refugees draw circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask them what the matter was
But I know that they don't talk
And the beat cops treat me kindly
And furnish me with more red tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (insert name of your city here)
With the survival blues again

Well, Jefferson, he's in the alley
With his mistress and his slaves
Speaking to some society girl
Who says he's awfully brave
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the Constitution has been stolen
And the government is locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the main road lines
She said that all the troopers
Just drink your blood like wine
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just burned my passport
An' stole my cigarettes"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire of his savings bonds
And shot it full of holes
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Now the FEMA troops came down here
Showing ev'ryone their guns
Handing out free tickets
To the new camps that they run
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To be caught without a ticket
While siphoning fuel from a truck
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Now my Senator looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Now the Weatherman gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump right in"
The one was outback medicine
The other was just buggin' in
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

When Ruthie says come see her
In her RKBA lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
‘Neath her Constitutional moon
An' I say, "Aw come on now
You must know about my Congressman"
She says, "Your Congressman just gives you food stamps
But I have what he has banned"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again

Now the Ruins lay on Main Street
Where the corporate madmen climb
They all fell there so perfectly
It all seemed so well timed
An' I sit here so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of (************)
With the survival blues again



Isher
 

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