Mr. 911

Oh, my name is Mr Mayor

And I speak of hallowed ground;

But when the heroes

Are sick and dieing

I'm nowhere to be found.

When I ran for President

I always was around;

I exploited 911,

I sold it by the pound.

Now the heroes are hurting

In need of a voice,

The mouth you heard from me--

And you cannot find me anywhere

I'm hiding up a tree.

The vote's today

I have some sway

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