As America sinks further into a moral abyss I think it appropriate to follow in the footsteps of the commentators at Naked Capitalism, who’ve changed the words of popular songs to offer up biting political satire.

Here’s my clumsy attempt, using the late John Prine classic–Sam Stone.

There’s a hole in my nations soul where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
The MIC says it’s for defense
when they turn wedding parties into red mist

The empire’s soldiers came home
To their wives and families
After serving in the endless wars overseas
And the time that they served
Had shattered all their nerves
And left them with prosthetic arms and legs
But the Oxycontin eased the pain
Of a country that didn’t know or care to explain
About the bombing and torture and murder non-stopping
When they could just go shopping

The American empire is bereft
All its schemes have come adrift
For the whole world to gasp at
All the death and destruction that trail behind
And the smell of death that
Our feral elite don’t seem to mind

There’s a hole in my nations soul where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
The MIC says it’s for defense
When they turn wedding parties into red mist