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The confessin' I'm suppressin' Isn't of concern to you. But expressin' my confessin's So hard to do, Give me just a moment. I'm confessin' I've done nothin'. Why can't you believe that's true? Like the current Congress, Nothin's all I can do. Nothin' to stop Vice attackin', Sayin' who the hell needs friends, Or the NSA from trackin' Makin' sure that it upends Any need for more confessin' Or admittin' my boo-boo Of not tellin' Rummy, "Dummy, you're through."
Music by Doug Dougherty & Ellis Reynolds |