There’s A Package Downstairs - Salvatore Murdocca

[Larry Robinson]

There’s A Package Downstairs

What are you doing up there? There’s a package downstairs, From the White House, it’s true, And it’s for you.
It’s filled with everything you’ve ever wanted, All the love you ever needed,
Every dream of yours come true,
And it’s for you.
There’s a package downstairs,
Where there is no law,
And everyone’s fed by the president’s paw, And it’s for you.
There’s a package downstairs,
Where there are no rules,
And all the kids have burnt down the schools, And it’s for you.
There’s a package downstairs, Where everyone lies,
And the fruit of the truth,
Is covered with flies.
There’s a package downstairs,
Where no one is clean,
And everyone watches a forty-inch screen,
But the drugs that they take makes everyone mean.
There’s a package downstairs, And it’s chock full of money, Where nothing is paid for,
And everything’s funny,
And it’s for you.
There’s a package downstairs,
That’s filled with delights,
But all that’s required is to give up your rights, And it’s for you.
There’s a package downstairs, And all will be well,
If you give up your soul,
And join them in hell.
There’s a package downstairs, That was sent by a fool,
Who lives in a white house... And it’s for you.

   - Salvatore Murdocca