[Verse 1] Neon sign flickers on a dead-end street Past the alley where the secrets meet No reservations, no cover charge Just slide through the kitchen, try not to look too large The waitress smiles with those shark-bright eyes Says “Order anything, baby, truth is extra size” [Pre-Chorus] You can believe anything you want At Hillary’s Restaurant Pay in cash or in favors, either one At Hillary’s Restaurant [Chorus] Walk right in, it’s around the back Just a half a block past the railroad track Keep your head low in case of sniper attack You can believe anything you want At Hillary’s Restaurant [Verse 2] Special tonight is the Benghazi stew Tastes like “what difference does it make” to you Email server’s humming in the walk-in fridge Thirty-three thousand entrées—just vanished Vince Foster’s ghost is the sommelier Recommends the house red, then he floats away [Verse 3 – Whitewater Scandal] Down in the basement there’s a river runs black Whitewater real-estate, you ain’t gettin’ it back Lost fifteen grand, then turned it to a hundred-K gain Rose Law Firm billing records washed up in the rain The feds came sniffin’ but the files grew legs and ran Chef just shrugged—“Must be that Arkansas plan” [Verse 4 – Travelgate Scandal] Up on the roof there’s a chopper pad glow Fired the whole Travel Office, seven souls had to go Replaced ’em overnight with cousins from Little Rock Said they cooked the books, but the FBI took a walk “Cronyism? Nah, just spring cleanin’,” she said with a grin Now the tour packages come with original sin [Pre-Chorus] Pay no attention to the bleach-bit scent At Hillary’s Restaurant Everything’s fine, nothing’s what it meant At Hillary’s Restaurant [Chorus] Walk right in, it’s around the back Slip the bouncer a donation in a burlap sack Keep your head low in case of sniper attack You can believe anything you want At Hillary’s Restaurant [Bridge] Tax returns on the menu, but they’re never in stock The chef lost ’em somewhere near Little Rock Cattle futures smoothie—tastes like pure luck One sip and you’re up nine hundred grand, what the f— Bill’s in the corner with an intern band Playing “Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow” again [Final Chorus] Walk right in, it’s around the back Leave your conscience with the coats up front on the rack Keep your head low—yeah, you heard the crack You can believe anything you want At Hillary’s Restaurant Anything you want… (Just don’t ask for the receipt) At Hillary’s Restaurant
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