They're busting unions in Wisconsin
We got mojitos by the pool
We got a talent for distraction
No reaction to the colic and the cruel

They're sinking battleships at midnight
We change the channel on a dime
When they break to a commercial
Dress rehearsal in our catatonic prime/crime

Time is moving on
There's no marching band
Just some fuzzed out credits, names of strangers,
And a nightcap in your hair

They're digging ditches in Zuccoti
We're getting famous by the hour
All our pirates are Johnny, not Somali
trading bad seeds for flowers

Everybody's got a ticket and a backstage pass
Everybody's going somewhere someday
Even the mighty- they won't last-

Night I had a dream
You were there
Weaving through the burrows/burroughs
Down the high line with daisies in your hair

They're busting unions in Toronto

I'm coming down
From wishful thinking and the like
I'm sober as a judge
But the jury's out drinking tonight

They're busting unions in Wisconsin
And praising Jesus in the schools
They keeping science in the basement
Speaking tongues and making fools


Lyrics submitted by macchimo

Wisconsin song meanings
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