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.
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.
We've ripped it up to protect|
Ourselves from nasty people
Their liberties we disrespect
To keep ourselves from peril.
Right then we run into the ghost|
Of that Virginia man
As to our future he did post
To us a master plan:
'If,' he said 'you seek to save|
The World from perdition
By stealing rights that God gave
You lose Civilization.'
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.