Beautiful Song du Jour

And It's All Over Now, Alberto, You

By Aaron Barlow
(With apologies to Bob Dylan)

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands our congress with its gun,
Subpoenas gonna get to everyone.
Look out, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Alberto, you

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered of Bush's cents.
The empty-headed lawyers from Regent
Are making lazy deals of consent.
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Alberto, you.

All your neo-con attorneys, they are running home.
All your rightwing armies, are all going home.
The lawyer who just walked out your door
Has taken all his emails from fourth floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Alberto, you.

Leave all your documents behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The congressman who's rapping at your door
Is demanding all the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Alberto, you.