Money Hogs at the Trough sung to Ghost Riders in the Sky
To Love the Pork Barrel
A citizen went walking one dark and windy day
On a bench they rested, they found on the way
When a sounder of red-eyed swine is what they saw
They were feeding on all the money that they could draw
Their guts had grown fat from feeding at the trough
Consuming all the Taxes on which they had got
A bolt of fear went through them as they ate up all the cash
It was plain they wanted, A giant bite of my stash
Give me more money
We must raise the tax
Money hogs at the Trough
They were fat; their eyes were crossed, they were just plain gross
Eating up all the cash is they like the most
Taxes will burn your money; give that cash away
then we will all be poor come that nasty day
They snorted my name as on their slop they fed
They told me they did not like the stuff that was in my head
They told me to get in line and stop my revolt
Or to my demise their lives they would devote
Give me more money
We must raise your tax
Money hogs at the Trough
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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