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Hamburger Hill
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My mother used to say we were "shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations." Guess why?
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Songs to afflict those who make everyone else uncomfortable.
Dave Lippman travels the world taking the air out of the windbags of the week, de-distorting history, and rewriting the classics with parody and thrust. He also presents the world's only known singing CEO, the Bard of the Bankers, Wild Bill Bailout, who employs anti-folk songs and interventionary anthems to explain (and enforce) that the business of America is none of your business, that those too big to fail are also too big for jail, and that the jobless and foreclosed must bail out their own boats.
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Peak #861
Peak in subgenre #222
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Dave Lippman
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1998
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November 07, 2004
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MP3 5.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Mom and Dad bought and sold four family homes Raised four boys and then one day Daddy went back to school To become a doctor of philosophy I think I might follow in my father's footsteps Except I forgot to have those kids and homes and jobs I had a job once, but I had to let them go I had to downsize my expectations What do you expect from a downhill nation? Maybe I'm not supposed to notice, my job just took a plane Maybe I'm not supposed to know this economy may not be comin back this way again But just like Pittsburgh lost its steel And Detroit lost it to better wheels I'm up here, workin on Hamburger Hill Don't you know I tried, don't you know they lied Don't you ever wonder why it sometimes seems All your childhood dreams Get ground up in the round up of the evening news Here I am again, down at the welfare Here I am again, searchin for relief Here I am again, lookin for my health care Is this a great country or where's the beef? I would've bought American, if I could've bought at all But as falls General Motors, so the country falls And now I see it falls on you and me Guess I'll go plant zucchini That's the only green I'm gonna see Well I don't know, but I've been told The streets of the future are lined with information Every time the program changes, the system crashes down on me I'd like to reprogram that goddamn corporation Cause I'm up here workin on Hamburger Hill Don't you know I tried... Bottom's fallin out of the middle class Unemployed wanta kick some ass Whenever the economy fails They build a dozen new jails I'm in the jailhouse now These days I guess you build your own cell Then you throw away your own key They say we gotta learn computers I wonder will that help stop the looters Who stole the American Dream Maybe I'm not supposed to notice... Don't you know I tried...
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