Joel Ackerson - Columbia lyrics

My town 'tis of thee Auctioning democracy A vote for him might count for me But you can't prove a thing It's funny, my position here Mouthpiece for the men of fear My track record was more than clear And still they made me king [Chorus] For the right price, justice throws her blindfold down And you can find her selling her dirty sheets With the rest of the who*es on the streets of my town My friend Jesus puts a man to shame The way he bears his family name He's always helped me just the same But, I don't know why he bothers ‘Cause I remember when we talked that night And I asked him about wrong and right He said, “Truth is not our war to fight When we have such powerful fathers” [Chorus] These are the streets of my town Repeat after me, repeat after me, repeat after me repeat after me (3x) We hold these truths self-evident, that men are created dogs Endowed with life by the president, who allows them the right to play along See, I thought you folks would see right through But the men I work for always knew That I just had to make up a word or two To keep you ba*tards distracted [Chorus] x2 These are the streets of my town These are the streets, these are the streets of my town These are the streets, these are my streets These are my streets, these are my streets… And my town