HATS OFF TO MISTER JEFFERSON
Hats off to Mister Jefferson
Who penned the Bill of Rights
A great man's work is never done
In darkness he shines lights.
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Now we've torn his work to shreds
Where it frayed around the edges
From country judges to the Feds
We've stripped it of its hedges.
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We've ripped it up to protect
Ourselves from nasty people
Their liberties we disrespect
To keep ourselves from peril.
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Right then we run into the ghost
Of that Virginia man
As to our future he did post
To us a master plan:
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'If,' he said 'you seek to save
The World from perdition
By stealing rights that God gave
You lose Civilization.'
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One thing I know he need not say
So clear it was in his time
Not the tripe: 'Crime does not pay!'
But stealing rights is crime.
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