Toe That Party Line
Lend your ears again
Friends, Romans, countrymen
Standing on a soapbox
Sinking in wet cement
Burned out, Kentucky fried
Long on circumstance, short on evidence
A good man sure is hard to find
Now come the partisans
Playing up the part again
Beating on the big drum
Trotting out the elephants
Bought out, bald and bribed
Not one champion standing there among them
A good man sure is hard to find
When the lies block out the light
Men in ties won't do what's right
When injustice plagues our lives we're in trouble
You don't have to toe that party line
Writer/s: Highland Hawks
