Love Thy Neighbor (With or Without Papers)

Well they scooped up my neighbor

I said, “See ya later

You gotta come here the right way!”

The man who worked the door at the grocery store

Was a criminal, so they say

The girl who cooked my food, she was real bad news

She was an enemy of the state

They went door to door, catching more and more

Really cleaning up the place

Well, when they were all gone

And I was all on my own

I thought I’d go where the billionaires meet

I strolled by the soldiers who were just taking orders

Shooting protestors down in the street

Past a gold-plated door, I saw the masters of war

Smokin’ fat cigars in the round

With my chin cocked high, I strolled and swaggered inside

Found me a seat and sat down

I said, “Well done, men

Now that we got rid of them

We’re all playing for the same team”

They looked ’round at first, then into laughter they burst

And the fattest cat pointed to me

“It’s a riot you think that you can sit in that seat

You can’t really believe you belong

Sure, we got them first, but I think white trash is worse

So go on back to where you came from”

I returned to my home, with its 30-year loan

And the neighborhood’s silence was stark

I cooked my food in my solitude

And ate all alone in the dark

I was nervous and worried, but my News, it assured me

We’re all safer now than before

I was cleaning my plate, and as the clock struck eight

I heard a loud knock-knock at the door

So if you think that it’s true that they won’t come for you

You’re either wrong or not saying enough

All the presidents’ men love playing pretend

And actin’ so goddamn tough

We got more alike with any hard-working type

Than any fascist-loving bureaucrat

So love thy neighbor with or without papers

Because our future’s depending on that