Politician And A Stewardess

Underneath The Monuments And The Moon

He Talked Of National Security

She Talked Of Paris In June

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The Lucky Ones If They're Out Tonight

Can See Cherry Blossoms Blooming

Or Ride White Carriages Beneath City Lights But Lincoln's Eyes Of Stone Stare Cool

As If Bored Of The Reflecting Pool

Or Hardened By What's Hidden From His Sight They're Rioting In The Capitol Tonight...



Now The Joneses From Poughkeepsie

Rest Mall-weary Legs In The Hotel Pool

They're Soaking Up Reflections

The Kids Are Glad They're Out Of School

The Museums Were Overcrowded

White House Lines Were Much Too Long

But The Sights, They Were Quite Beautiful It's Good To Know Where The Tax Money's Gone...

New Light On Your Halo



Welcome To The City Where We're Rich On Pride And Pity Where A Schoolboy, Just A Fool

Boy, Gets Shot Down In Daylight A State Of Shock, A Face Down On The Sidewalk Who's

Seeing God And Gets The Nod To Heaven Like A Hawk Who Keeps The Score When The City Goes To War -- By Guns, By Deaths, By Money?

A Man In A Black Coat Standing In The Gun-smoke Sips On White Milk And Honey...



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This Can Be The Playground Of The Feeble Where The Mindless Mix The Soil Of Play With Evil A Child Becomes The Means Because Innocence Is Believable To All, To All, To All, But Their Mother's Eyes New Light On Your Halo



And It Ain't Shining Brightly