8 Against 8

"Hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm
Same color of the spider underneath my nail
That bit me in my dream
And who would take out the Dominican Republic
And send God's sweet children floating down a poison stream
Secret society of conference rooms
I pledge my allegiance to the dollar
And when the clergy take a vote all the gays will pay again
Cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar

Get to the point of it
get to the sense of it
I'm in a hurry to get through it

One day the war will stop & we'll grow a peaceful crop
And a girl can get a wife
and we can bring you back to life
Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips greasy palms and systems underhanding
And maybe we'll take a walk on Pluto
But be no closer to the understanding..."

~Indigo Girls~

Vote NO on Proposition 8