We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I don't carry dead weight - I'm no flash in the pan All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man? I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever felt But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to melt I went to the church house, every day I go an extra mile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
You bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong way I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile"