Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Rancor Aweigh

Posted by travis at 9:00 AM
Rancor aweigh, my boys, rancor aweigh
Farewell to cross-aisle joys, we'll fight all freaking day-ay-ay-ay
Through every hearing's rounds, snipe to the bone
Till K Street calls or voters strike, sending us - old and bitter - home
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants