By John W. Fountain
So if I tell you my
truth
And it tickles your
ears
Relieves you of any guilt
Makes your consciences
feel clear
Fills you with
self-righteous indignation
Makes you point the
finger
(Not over there)
But over here
Compels you to cheer:
“Preach, Brother
Fountain…
Tell YOUR people the
truth
They don't need Jesse
or Al
They need to listen
to YOU…”
