The Ones Who Rule Us

To the tune of “Blame It on the Bossa Nova”

When I was young, a guy was just a guy,

Little more than that which meets the eye.

Then they planted notions in our kids’ heads

That a Freda could choose to be a Fred.

Blame it on the ones who rule us, with their wrecking plans.

Blame it on the ones who rule us. It’s not happenstance.

First, we learn to hate our history,

Then they estrange us from our family.

Blame it on the ones who rule us,

The destructive ones.

(Now is it the schools?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

(Or the Democrats?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

(Could we be such fools?)

Yeah, yeah, just see who rules us,

(The destructive ones.)

They’re afraid we might use our eyes to see

While communication is still free.

Then the correct conclusions we might reach,

So they must condemn it as “hate speech.”

Blame it on the ones who rule us, with their wrecking plans.

Blame it on the ones who rule us. It’s not happenstance.

First, we learn to hate our history,

Then they estrange us from our family.

Blame it on the ones who rule us,

The destructive ones.

(Now is it the schools?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

(Or the Democrats?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

(Could we be such fools?)

Yeah, yeah, just see who rules us,

(The destructive ones.)

(Now is it the schools?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

(Or the Democrats?)

No, no, the ones who rule us.

David Martin

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