The Next Administration Should Thoroughly Investigate the Current One (and we made a song about it)

If a Democrat is sworn in as President in January as we at Max and the Marginalized all hope he/she is, we would like to see this person conduct an investigation of the current administration with respect to torture and for withholding evidence.

This week's song, strangely titled "When The Dog Who Keeps On Eating Things Throws Up" (as in the dog that ate the C.I.A. interrogation videos, the 10,000 missing emails from the time of prosecutor firings, etc.) is about looking into these matters and seeking justice for them, rather than waiting for them to surface over a number of years. Click the green button below to play - enjoy!

Max and the Marginalized write and record a new song once a week and post on Thursdays. This is their 11th song - you can find them and all their songs available for download here.

When the Dog Who Keeps on Eating Things Throws Up

When the dog who keeps on eating things throws up

And every shred of evidence has arrows pointing to the top

They might be dead by then, and hey they might be not

when the dog who keeps on eating things throws up

In the garbage dump of recent history

There's a warehouse's worth of paperwork that has disappeared mysteriously

Enclosed beneath a tomb that will one day be exhumed

But I don't have the time or half a mind for archaeology

And the recriminations for these interrogations no they never quite make it to the room at the top

And the holdouts for justice wait for comeuppance while the sits waiting and taps on its watch

So when they change the locks if the charges are brought well it never can come soon enough

Because their heads will be too dead to roll when the dog who keeps on eating things throws up

When the documents they all wash up on shore

And every missing paper clip can finally be spoken for

Who can wait that long, if there's any charge left in our spinal cord

So don't count on that 'cause spinelessness is de rigeur

And the recriminations for these interrogations no they never quite make it to the top of the list

And the holdouts for justice wait for comeuppance while the whole world's fingertips tap on its wrist

So when they change the locks if the charges are brought well it never can come soon enough

Because their heads will be too dead to roll when the dog who keeps on eating things throws up

And I'll stand corrected, depressed, dejected if I ever see a probable cause

And come retribution, say, prosecution well I'll welcome that day with applause

But it's quite necessary, come January that this subject be quickly brought up

Because their heads will be too dead to roll

These burning engines all run cold

But still I'll clutch my stomach sick

With boots on and no shins to kick

So I'll wear my throat out singing songs

Cause history takes far too long

And I might not still be mad enough

When the dog that keeps on eating things throws up