Mister Peepers

God bless the bureaucrat and the lawyer, too
 They're public punching bags
 But someone's gotta do it
 It's not so sexy, the procedure or the truth
 I say God bless the bureaucrat and the lawyer, too
 The House Intelligence Committee piles on
 They'd love to know what Rosenstein has on the boss
 But it's just for cameras, yeah, it's just a show of force
 Y'all know he can't comply
 But that's the point, of course
 So they call him Mister Peepers
 As the thugs all smash his glasses
 Going full Lord of the Flies
 Burning this island down to ashes
 What's the rule of law if we can't agree on what a fact is?
 There ain't nothing here to see, folks, move along, move along
 Thank God for facts
 They're stubborn things indeed
 But little cowboys will try cases on TV
 It doesn't make it so
 Because you make believe
 You can't lose in court and appeal on Hannity
 The distinguished wrestler from Ohio
 He's free to lie, he's not the one who's under oath
 The law don't suit the boss
 This Deputy must go
 We got him in the locker room, boys
 Start the show
 So they call him Mister Peepers
 Send some thugs to smash his glasses
 If he's gone and peeped the wrong thing
 Then they'll burn his name to ashes
 What's the rule of law
 If we can't establish what a fact is?
 There ain't nothing here to see, folks, move along, ah move along
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 They say it dies in the dark
 Right now, they're trying to kill it in broad daylight
 Can flashlights really fight bombs?
 We'll see
 Right now
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 You boys are Christians, right?
 What would Jesus do?
 Would he bury crimes and carry water like a stooge?
 Or smear a family man in case he tells the truth
 About the boss?
 Yeah, what would Jesus do?
 Would he call him Mister Peepers?
 Send some thugs to smash his glasses?
 The institution's standing tall
 Though we tried our best to trash it
 Aren't we all the keepers
 Of this fragile young Republic?
 And when all those Mister Peepers people fall
 Lord help us all