Machine Politics Lament (Four Governors in the Pen)

Lord have mercy, Bears, you packin’ up your gear, Headin’ east to Hammond where the air is clear. We built you empires on the lakefront shore, But the Daley machine and the crooks kept score. Vote-riggin’ hellhole, decades in the grind, Bitch-ass Chicago politics rottin’ our mind. Indiana’s rubes got the package, full and fine, Stadium dreams shinin’ right across the line. While our governors rot for the schemes they designed, ’Cause four governors went to prison… Four governors went to prison… Four governors went to prison… Blago, Ryan, the list just keeps on risin’. From Kerner to the present, the pattern don’t break, Corrupt to the core, for heaven’s sake. Pensions starvin’, economy in decay, But you see the light and you’re slippin’ away.