Pension Debt Blues (The Fiscal Grave)

Oh my Bears, you been my Sunday light, Soldier Field thunder through the Windy City night. We poured our blood in for a hundred years strong, But the machine done sucked the marrow from our bones. Decades grindin’ us down with that vote-riggin’ game, Chicago-style politics, bitch-ass and lame. Now you leavin’ Illinois, crossin’ that line so clean, Hammond rubes got the cash and the full financial dream. While we drown in the hole we dug so deep and mean, ’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… A million a day for six hundred years, Lord, what a scene. Pension shortfalls eatin’ the budget alive, Economy crippled, no way to survive. Excuses every session, “We’ll fix it next time,” But the toll of corruption done turned this state to crime.