*breaks out the harmonica*

come gather ’round democrats
wherever you roam,
and admit that the races
in your party have grown,
and accept the pet issues
will be nibblin’ your bones,
if ’08 to you is worth winnin’,
then you respect all your voters
or you’ll sink like a stone–
’cause the crimes, they aren’t a-changin’.

come talking heads and pundits,
who spin lies with your pen,
and cover your asses ’cause
you’ll surely lie again,
and edit all your footage
and overtax your spin,
’cause the honest ones will
track all the spinnin’…
for the loser now
still has chances to win
’cause the crimes, they aren’t a-changin’.

come senators, congressmen,
please heed the call,
’cause your voting blocs doubt
if you’re listenin’ at all,
’cause your pockets have grown fat
and your dream’s become small,
and the battle in Iraq
is still ragin’,
with people dyin’ curbside
or in hospital halls,
’cause the crimes, they’re aren’t a-changin’.

come voters and whiners
throughout the land,
and don’t vacillate on what
you understand:
your voting booths and officers
are beyond your command,
and Diebold counts are
rapidly changin’,
vote absentee please and
your vote just might stand,
’cause the crimes, they aren’t a-changin’.

the lines have been drawn
and the lots have been cast,
the evil’s slow building
is increasin’ fast,
and to know what’s present
please look to the past,
’cause the new world order
isn’t fadin’,
and ages-old violence
seems certain to last,
’cause the crimes, they aren’t a-changin’.