As I count the day’s fresh new crop of coffin nails for Tiny Tim, until he finally resigns (or is better yet INDICTED) a sudden inexplicable FLASHBACK to my formative years back in Baltimore, when CRACK THE SKY played live at the glorious SAND BAR, flickered into my psyche–with a sudden realization of how few words need to be changed to make a certain song ring true today.

Sung to the tune of Nuclear Apathy:

Something’s wrong from the Fed, my friends
Something’s wrong from the Fed
As I look down at you my friends
Something’s wrong from the Fed

Poor little man
You been run down
Poor little man
You’re all run down


I can see right through their lies
I can see right through Bernanke’s lies
I can hear right through their cries
I can hear right through Tim Geithner’s cries

When they spit, do you wash their floors
And pray that they don’t spit no more
Or, rise up children, debt goes on and on
Wise up children, debt goes on and on

In the dark you cannot see
In the dark there’s no transparency
Like a fool you follow fools
Like a fool you follow what you hear

Will they blow us all apart
Or kill us all with swine flu darts
Or, rise up children, debt goes on and on
Wise up children, debt goes on and on

At the Fed they’re laughing hard
At the Fed they’re falling off their seats
From the Fed we’re comedy
From the Fed we’re really quite a treat

Shall we have another beer
And float the debt through one more year
Or rise up children, debt goes on and on
Wise up children, debt goes on and on
Rise up children, debt goes on and on
Wise up

Something’s wrong from the Fed my friend
Something’s wrong from the Fed
As I look down at you my friends
Something’s wrong from the Fed

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