I'm gonna need some money to help me
I'm gonna grease somebody's hand
I'm gonna need the staff to hold leaks down
I don’t need Progressives to care
I'm gonna lie and fake their party
They’ll start pulling out their hair
I'm going to cover our state with
La Follette’s ashes and ain’t nobody gonna give a ****

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

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Now for eight long years I've lead this attack
One more is guaranteed
Can we just please keep the lid down
And phone me in with Koch’s link

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I'm gonna throw our state away

Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

The state I’m breaking, our water's taken, Foxconn's a guarantee
It’s soul I’m taken, the earth is quaken, no climate's changing me

The state I’m breaking, frac sand is shaken, silica's blowing over me
Your land I’m taken, no hands I’m shaken, voters'll never find me

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

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