Call Me Ann Overture

Chained, chained to the cage
Chained, chained and enraged

How did this place, become our place?
How did this place, become the price I paid?
I did not want this, I did not ask for this
I built this, I can't escape this

Fuckin' Gitmo
How did I get here?
How did this come to be?
How did this come to be?

You wanna know, how we got here, to have this stain upon our nation?
I have ideas, and a theory, you may toss
There was a state, a ballot cast, less an election than a ballgame
Played out between a lady and a boss
One woman's life, one nation's loss

Let me set the stage here
Picture lots of oil drills
Cattle, cowboys and shit-kickers
And the rest of us, waiting for...

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
How did this come to be?
You didn't pick me
Well, first you picked me, In 1990
I was Governor of Texas, and I was thinking about DC
In 1994, you picked Bush 43
And that set us on the road, of how this came to be
You didn't pick me (You Picked Me)
You didn't pick me (Texas Picked Me)
You picked Bush 43 (That's Me)
That's how this came to be?
Ready? OK!

2 4 6 Beers! Why are there no baseball cheers?
Governor after me, should have let him be, instead of 43, the boss of baseball
Built a stadium, gave it to him, all paid for by the vassals
Instant ratings boost, We knew the truth, Texas bluebloods had bought a castle
The balls of those assholes

When I was a girl we could dribble three times, couldn't even cross the half court line
Maggies hadn't sued to play in the band, boys with balls was the law of the land
When I was a girl we could dribble three times, couldn't even cross the half court line
Maggies hadn't sued to play in the band, boys with balls was the law of the land
Balls of those assholes
Balls of those assholes
Balls of those assholes
Balls of those assholes



Credits
Writer(s): Hyman Goldstein
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