The Diplomatic House and Rag Society
Celeste Stanley

I believe most people spend their lives as scrags
Washing others' pain, mopping others' fears
With scrub brush, toothbrush and a heart of rags
They invest their time polishing minds like dirty stairs
It's the American duty that yields them in a sense
It's the American dream that shuts off their mind
So they always falter watching life from behind

Society now looks toward God for grace
But never play his hand in deed and word
So they march to Baal's vile ranks and swift pace
Yet, look to God to take them from first to third
America the place where scars have been exposed
Each wants a different land, each needs a different leader
So they vote for a witless master though dream for a righteous breeder

Then the witless master shows his politics
His buffed and polished diplomatic skills
But while he feeds the people common rhetoric
He buys of the rich and eats the peasant's meals
Your would think his moral would debase old Liberty
But they don't care, many are out for personal gain
Showing their strength is energy and weakness is lack of brain

Yes this old country has lost its touch
Its highpoint was in wars come and gone
And old Russia's fight is just too much
And liberty's truth is unsung song
We wait for nations to feed us meat
While China's economy already ate
Our Democrats say come on let's eat
Our leaders say we have to wait
These darlings, yes Washington sons
Fill up our ears in campaign stuff
I hear Ireland pipes and Africa drums
And England shouts they've had enough
The old looked to Washington, some to Lincoln
Perhaps the new want Nixon or Dole
But when society got to thinking
We had already given hell our soul

Great Clinton, they all cried out to lead them
Wanting rights, justice, equality
Like ox wanting their master to feed them
They gave up their crude lustful society
Thinking their nation was a budding Eden
Later it turned from heaven to hell's burden
So they hid their lies and sins behind closed curtains

And great Clinton was plagued by his short-comings and his youth
By those who were openly not his peers
They branded him for lack of wisdom and lost truth
And made him wash the countries dirt with his tears
All because he was a man of temptations, affairs
Which they too have though you'll never hear them shout it
Though in years that await their wives will write about it

Sure, in later years this country will bear the sway
Due to negligence, lack of equality and blindness
And maybe before doomsday the whole nation will say
That the only way to live is to kill your foes with kindness
Then and only then will we owe up to our accountability
Taking account for the world and everything in it
Being responsible for the hour and for the day and for the minute