This Space for Rent

With a whimper

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

Senator Boxer and Representative Tubbs formally protested the 1,000,000 lucky coincidences that gave the election to the Coward in Chief. And, after doing so, they were rewarded with the heels of the Democratic leadership as they scampered away from the spectacle of people trying to do the right thing. File this under if you boil a frog slowly, it won't know what's going on until it's too late. And it's not as if it's going to make any difference; the Evil Party has a loooong history of demonising the entire Stupid Party over one photo-op.

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

(chorus)

Do you think the leadership of the Stupid Party will ever figure out that the hands on your head reaction doesn't work? The Evil Party just Loooves it when Democrats go out of their way to be reasonable; that means they get to wave the pretend bipartisan banner, and then they can knock the reasonable idiots out of government at the next election. If the Democratic Party would come boiling out of the corner as if their butts were on fire, it would be a lot more difficult for the Coward in Chief and his odious minions to get away with the sort of lying shit they do twice every day before breakfast.

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

(chorus)

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

(chorus)

(lyrics from The Guns of Brixton by The Clash, link from Echidne)