My mind is finally clearing What is this sound I'm hearing? Chainsaws on bone and gristle Carving out a new epistle I've got my pencil sharpened I will not be disheartened I won't be disenchanted Even though the news is slanted
Face the nation Face the nation Face the nation
I see you shaping nooses Sixty minutes of excuses Airwaves and wire service Trying to make me nervous Your problem's overrated Your headaches are inflated No talk now, only chatter Little chipmunk, what's the matter?
Face the nation Face the nation Face the nation
I'm entertaining notions Propelled by raw emotions Put down your time and newsweek Listen to me when I speak There is no pulse to finger No waves of grain to bring her No purple mountain story And no epoch of glory
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