There's nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos.
–Jim Hightower
Sells his soul for a nickel
While the country goes to rot
His word means as much
As a bucket full of snot
Two-faced politician, slimy as a toad
Like a dead armadillo in the middle of the road
He’s crooked to the core
His conscience is infected
He’ll promise you the moon
Until he gets elected
Two-faced politician, slimy as a toad
Like a dead armadillo in the middle of the road
Compromising with the Devil
He’s fawning and polite
He’ll mortgage off the future
And sign away your rights
Two-faced politician, slimy as a toad
Like a dead armadillo in the middle of the road
Put him under a light
And watch him expire
He’s allergic to the sunshine
Like every other vampire
Two-faced politician, slimy as a toad
Like a dead armadillo in the middle of the road
by Richard W. Bray
