Oh, if a man tried To take his time on earth And prove before he died What one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world. - Harry Chapin

Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere?

And if our future Lies on the final line Are we brave enough To see the signals and the signs?

Step right up young lady Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis smile With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint.