Betrayal & Hellhole Farewell (Rubes Got the Cash)

Tears rollin’ down like the Chicago rain, My Bears are leavin’, feelin’ all the pain. We nurtured you here through the corrupt machine, Vote-riggin’ decades, livin’ the bad dream. Pensions unfunded, economy in the tank, Bitch-ass politics, stealin’ every cent in the bank. Indiana rubes got the fiscal might to show, Hammond stadium risin’, stealin’ our show. While our state collapses from the seeds we sow, ’Cause the pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… Highest per capita, Lord, we’re done and done. Crime and decay, excuses on repeat, The toll of machine-style politics so sweet. You carried our colors through the worst of times, Now you chase the light where the money aligns. Goodbye old Bears, cross that line and fly, Illinois hellhole wave you one last cry.