Uploaded January 2021 | Updated September 2026, 33 minutes ago

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Firestorm track 18. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_firestorm
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Lyrics:

What do we do for our freedom, oh, what do we do for our corn?
For Big Boss Jones and his bully boys came here last Sunday morn
He marched them into the village square and grabbed everybody in sight
And made a big speech about how he'd come to set this country right

He said that he'd come to save us all from living in anarchy
He'd give us a government and laws again, the way it used to be
He swore he'd make this country great like it was before the war
And all that he wanted was half our crops like taxes were before

When he was finished, he took his boys and went to the meeting hall
They chased out everybody left inside and moved in, one and all
So we strolled over to the teacher's house and held town meeting there
To talk about what we were gonna do, just how and when and where

Early next morning the old folks come, all smiling to beat the band
They told Boss Jones they were glad he's here, and they're proud to shake his hand
They fawned on him and his bully boys and they flattered 'em left an' right
And promised a big feast in their honor in the meeting hall that night

That evening everyone in town showed up, all bringing food and beer
Boss Jones, he sat at the head of the table, and all his boys sat near
Oh, they ate and drank and they bragged no end about what they were gonna do,
While they scarfed up rhododendron honey and amanita stew

Now, we'd been careful of what we ate, so we didn't take no harm
But the Boss and his bully boys all keeled over while the coffee still was warm
We dragged 'em out to the old mine shaft that was dug before the war
And dropped 'em down there with all the others who'd tried that trick before

Yes, we remember the world that was and the way that it used to be
And we'd just rather be left alone; we're used to being free
Don't want no more of laws or bosses, don't want no government here
I hope they don't come again too soon...they've tried three times this year