Lincoln's Bedroom
| Written Work - Lyrics |
From the album "Lincoln's Bedroom". Words & Music by Paul Metsa / Paul Metsa Music - BMI.
There's a light in Lincoln's Bedroom
It ain't coming from inside
Someone's peeking through the window
With just as much to hide
The Spanish Inquisition
Is comin' to the USA
I think Nikita Khruschev
Is laughing in his grave
And if you get a ticket
From the Jackboot Sex Police
Time off for good behavior
Pending your release
Have they no shame?
Have they no shame?
Wife, mother and a daughter
They are sleeping down the hall
Now lay cut and bleeding
From some Tin Star's witch hunt voodoo doll
Who are they to ask the question
Who are they indeed
From behind the wizard curtain
Brings a country to its knees
They're hangin' on the windows
They're bangin' on the pipes
Don't need a match nor gasoline
To burn the Stars and Stripes
Have they no shame?
Have they no shame?
High crimes and misdemeanors
Is there something that I missed
Sometimes a sigh is just a sigh
A kiss is just a kiss
Let Big Brother lead you
From the cradle to the grave
Decide which souls to cast aside
Or which souls to save
The ghost in Lincoln's Bedroom
Is howlin' at the moon
Is it just the man from Arkansas
'Cause it sounds like me and you
Have they no shame?
Have they no shame?
Have they no shame?
Have they no shame?