A State with No Budget (with apologies to America)

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

posted under by Roman Friedman
By James Treat, Associate Professor, Religion

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a gov with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the college in a state with no budget
It felt good to be out of the money
In the college you can remember your debt
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no funds
La, la, . . .
La, la, . . .

After two years in the college sun
My face began to turn red
After three years in the college fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the college in a state with no budget
It felt good to be out of the money
In the college you can remember your debt
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no funds
La, la, . . .
La, la, . . .

After nine terms I let the state run free
'Cause the college had turned to work
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The world is a college with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of stone
But the leaders will give no love

U-C I've been through the college in a state with no budget
It felt good to be out of the money
In the college you can remember your debt
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no funds
La, la, . . .
La, la, . . .

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