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The Smirk
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Kronkite is the most trusted figure in American music.
Kronkite is a pop philosopher based in New York City. Kronkite originally hails from Philadelphia, PA. Most recently he played with the New Haven, CT-based Gary Coleman Orchestra. Before that he released "Global Village Idiot", a solo CD on Pop Philosophy Records.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
#23,474 today Peak #229
#4,894 in subgenre Peak #56
Author
Kronkite
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John Leibovitz
Uploaded
October 30, 2003
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song is a tribute to my current hero, Paul Krugman, and my current anti-hero, dubya.
Lyrics
Deep in power’s corridors A general and his secret corps are working They draw the curtains, lock the doors Who knows what rogue conspirators are lurking? Designing plans for covert wars The constitution’s just a chore they’re shirking Beside a gilded humidor The chairman and his crooked board are joking They reach inside the teller drawer And roll another green cigar for smoking With no one home to mind the store They puff until their throats are sore, they’re choking Oh yeah, they’re choking And we’re prime time partners in crime Reaping what we’ve sown Walking the line between treason and rhyme Flying the skull and the bones Looking for new things to own Immaculate mountains to mine Blocking out dissonant tones As we bottle our wine Behind a phosphorescent glare A bobbing mass of perfect hair is talking And Arthur Nielsen’s evil stare Makes crises from the world affairs he’s mocking He’s the peddler of the latest scare And fear is just another ware he’s hawking. And we're prime time partners in crime... Despite your offensive charms Your counting cards, your false alarms We’re right behind you Sit tight inside your armored car We’ll fight your wars, we’ll wear your scars We’re right behind you In the halls where justice bleeds A hanging torso in the breeze is jerking The judge moves with deliberate speed The last election badly needs reworking And as he does his dirty deeds Nixon’s ghost can hardly keep from smirking Oh yeah, he’s smirking And we're prime time partners in crime...
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