My new song is a rockem, sockem gospel-tinged sendoff of one who needn’t be named– so I didn’t. Sing along with the following lyrics, and toss another log on the blaze!
FEET TO THE FIRE, BY JOHN DUGGLEBY
You know your daddy raised you well to travel down the road to hell
Treading on the backs of the people Of all the monuments that you raised to beat your chest and sing your praise
I never saw a one with a steeple
You fooled the folks from coast to coast, with your bully, cheat and boast
Nothing but a thief and a liar Now your scoundrel days are through, your final tab is coming due
We’re gonna put your feet to the fire.
To the fire, to the fire, your tootsies gonna crackle and burn All those chickens that you plucked are coming home to roost Now we’re gonna put your feet to the fire
Thought you had the final laugh, being God’s own sociopath Spitting on the glad hands that fed you Now your suitors realize your ego’s just a thin disguise And all the true colors have bled through
Now you’re standing all alone, we turned off your microphone Finished is your dance on the wire Time has come to end your tale, tell us how you’re liking jail When we put your feet to the fire
Hallelujah, time is right, everybody see the light Topple down your statue of clay Gloryosky, praise the the skies, as we watch your ashes rise Dark as coal dust on that judgment day