Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mister Peepers , by - Ben Folds. Release date: 11.09.2018
Song language: English
Mister Peepers |
| God bless the bureaucrat and the lawyer, too |
| They’re public punching bags |
| But someone’s gotta do it |
| It’s not so sexy, the procedure or the truth |
| I say God bless the bureaucrat and the lawyer, too |
| The House Intelligence Committee piles on |
| They’d love to know what Rosenstein has on the boss |
| But it’s just for cameras, yeah, it’s just a show of force |
| Y’all know he can’t comply |
| But that’s the point, of course |
| So they call him Mister Peepers |
| As the thugs all smash his glasses |
| Going full Lord of the Flies |
| Burning this island down to ashes |
| What’s the rule of law if we can’t agree on what a fact is? |
| There ain’t nothing here to see, folks, move along, move along |
| Thank God for facts |
| They’re stubborn things indeed |
| But little cowboys will try cases on TV |
| It doesn’t make it so |
| Because you make believe |
| You can’t lose in court and appeal on Hannity |
| The distinguished wrestler from Ohio |
| He’s free to lie, he’s not the one who’s under oath |
| The law don’t suit the boss |
| This Deputy must go |
| We got him in the locker room, boys |
| Start the show |
| So they call him Mister Peepers |
| Send some thugs to smash his glasses |
| If he’s gone and peeped the wrong thing |
| Then they’ll burn his name to ashes |
| What’s the rule of law |
| If we can’t establish what a fact is? |
| There ain’t nothing here to see, folks, move along, ah move along |
| They say it dies in the dark |
| Right now, they’re trying to kill it in broad daylight |
| Can flashlights really fight bombs? |
| We’ll see |
| Right now |
| You boys are Christians, right? |
| What would Jesus do? |
| Would he bury crimes and carry water like a stooge? |
| Or smear a family man in case he tells the truth |
| About the boss? |
| Yeah, what would Jesus do? |
| Would he call him Mister Peepers? |
| Send some thugs to smash his glasses? |
| The institution’s standing |
| Though we tried our best to trash it |
| Aren’t we all the keepers |
| Of this fragile young Republic? |
| And when all those Mister Peepers people fall… |
| Lord help us all |