Your actions speak more, and louder, too;
fulfill the promise we once thought of you.
Commit to the drama Life bought for you.
Gird your loins, gather your skirts,
there's work to do, it must not be shirked.
the silence calls out, the people are hungry,
the train's at the station, waiting for lumber.
The oil and the gas have gone by the wayside,
Life's not meant to be a free hayride. Workers unite!
Pick up your tools, there's work to be done,
the day has arrived where it touches each one.
To each their own task, beneath public mask,
with all that you've got, all a nation can ask.
Impregnably not, disdainfully hot,
each of you has your place.
The goal is no less than freedom defined,
please help save the human race.
Where money once ran down the hill as it should,
it now flows straight up by the will of but few.
Stand up and shout out your voice for us all,
let your name be recorded in Freedom Hall,
as a child who stood up for Mom and Dad,
or a parent who cared that their kids have been had.
Don't let this day pass in silence again,
as you've watch them get rich again and again.
They care not if you, or your children shall live,
to themselves goes the wealth to whom they give.
It's the bling and chah-ching that ring their bliss,
charity's coffers hardly lost in their midst
Now the sun and the trees do their job in the places
where gas and oil trailed their bloodiest traces
Your duty, your knowledge, your power,
create strength, the ultimate tower;
that which outlasts
the most boorish of souls,
like the arrogant Nazi,
that tourist in Rome.
This is your time,
This is your turn;
choose to live life,
or you can learn to burn.
Climb into time and take your place
into history's call for your unique face
You've got the voice you've got the cares,
technology's power just add to your wares.
Ne'er afore, who knows wheretofore,
your toying and ploying have hardly led to more.
Supplanting, digressing, choosing and losing
all of those moments are tools to be using.
You know just what's wrong and you claim to be strong,
Heaven is moved when you bang on the Door.
The person who knows this best of all
has a face to be found on your mirrored wall.
Look to the one who asks most of all,
and you've found a new answer for the final law.
The queen of the air will tell us all
that the moment's arrived, all backs to the wall.
We don't need bombs and meaner bullets,
we'll win with bucks and cleaner ballots,
and unless your head is filled with shallots
you'll start swinging your financial mallets.
If it's national, don't buy it, cause you're sure to pay too much,
and you'll then turn to your neighbor's store, keeping it local, and such.
The queen of all the airwaves knows, she's our truthful contact,
and the citizen and parent who cares, can hear her social contract.
There are boys and girls, you know, who grow up disillusioned,
yet now and then we find a dandy, dissipating all confusion.
Tell the truth on good and bad, if a Democrat steals, he's to be fired, so sad.
In truth we know who's dirty, any politician who happens to be talking,
and on that Tuesday in November, make sure you send them walking.
Republican or Democrat, dirty is dirty is dirty,
so sorry, but your guy and gal is there too,
doing so little that's noble or worthy.
Throw them all out, all the bums up that way,
especially if they were on duty that day.
Fire every one so they know you don't play,
maybe the next batch won't have such feet of clay.
Fire them if they were under our pay,
failing to save us on 911day.
Never a counting of true accounting
the losses and lies just keep right on mounting.
if your need is so small that your soul is reposed
if your view of the wall is not whole, just suppose,
that you were next to go and fold,
wishing you'd heeded at least one who knows.
Everyone needs a champion, a heroine or tall, strong guy,
and why God chose this Brooklyn chick is more than I might know why.
But day after day, in between "best of" clips,
she still puts it to those shameless Dicks.
Dick Armey for owning two terraces too many,
Dick Cheney and love, well he hasn't got any.
Embarassing our nation again.
with each new deed
Erasing the values we cherish and value,
Minor conversations cost you far more than you have ever counted.
When did you last look at your own totals, in the hundreds of thousands?
That's right: hundreds of thousands of stupid minutes that you could be doing.
This is just from the many petty conversations you still use to stall your excellence.
Trim even ten seconds from each unproductive conversation, immediately, get paid fast.
It is impossible for this incredible shortcut to fail; you can only fail to implement it repeatedly.
One simple shortcut, used every day, and you free up hundreds of thousands of your minutes.
Above and beyond everything else, use each of your PowerGems repeatedly.
Raise your expectations from the inside out, this minute, not next.
Every time you do you produce better results. This is a magnificent PowerGem of life.
If you knew better, you'd do better, true? Listen to those who do and are.
You remember something about the mouth of the horse? Grandpa knew that score.
He'd say, "Get it from the horse's mouth, or get caught at the wrong end of the horse."
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