CONTRACT ON AMERICA [ folk-rock ]          My future's a joke, my wheel has no spokes               All my bills are left unpaid               I have an empty lunch pail, my ex-wife's in jail               I'm last in line to get first aid          My dog has no bone, my sky has no ozone               My cardboard box has just been robbed          I've been stamped "No Food", my brain has come unglued               And no one will offer me a job          But it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               I'm okay and you're okay          Livin' all alone without a job or a home               In the good 'ol U.S.A.          Yeah, it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               Though it's very plain to see          There's a contract on America               A contract out on you and me          I went down to the church where they worship John Birch               And was handed an abortion sign          They said "don't worry 'bout pollution or the poor               We have the unborn waitin' in line          "Now don't smoke or drink or bother to think               Cause we already have the answer          We're protectin' your children from sex education               And protectin' homeless lungs from cancer"          But it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               I'm okay and you're okay          Livin' all alone without a job or a home               In the good 'ol U.S.A.          Yeah, it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               Though everyone can plainly see          There's a contract on America               A contract out on you and me          Newt the 'suit' with his corporate loot               Didn't give a hoot how the poor feel          His old contract, like the current Bush league               Was frontin' for the corporation steal          Their trickle-down theory gives the rich a break               And gives the workin' class the screw          Congress gives the lobby toilet a royal flush               And it trickles all over me and you          But it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               I'm okay and you're okay          Livin' all alone without a job or a home               In the good 'ol U.S.A.          Yeah, it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               Though the whole world can plainly see          There's a contract on America               A contract out on you and me          Now faces have changed, but the contract's the same               At the White House prayer dedication          They make no provision for the sick and poor               While stealing funds from the public's education          Let's subsidize the N.R.A., ignore the E.P.A.               As we play the foreign war drum beat          Ignore health care, when social security's not there               Senior citizens can live out in the street          But it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               I'm okay and you're okay          Livin' all alone without a job or a home               In the good 'ol U.S.A.          And it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               Though any Commie can plainly see          For a few more dollars in corporate coffers               They're sellin' out our democracy          Yeah, it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               It's gonna be a bright laser day          With no soup in our spoon and blood for a moon               In the good 'ol U.S.A.          And it's alright, don't worry 'bout me               Though the blind can plainly see          There's a Contract On America               A contract out on you and me          Yeah, we're all bein' screwed by the Grand Ol' Party               In the grand ol' U.S.A. . . . Hey! * Veterans For Peace       Veterans Teaching Peace In Schools *FootNote:  First written in January, 1996 (updated as more recent events transpired), based on the Contract With America as proposed by Newt Gingrich.             Copyright © August 20th, 2003 by Richard Aberdeen. No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher and signed by the author.  Inquiries should be addressed to: The Aberdeen Foundation, Brothers / Sisters Productions, 292 Trails Circle, Nashville, TN 37214 or requested via email at email@AberdeenFoundation.org.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution -- Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced or utilized as often as one likes.