Dedicated to Mitt Romney, a man born to wealth and privilege who's never known a day since without it, a presidential candidate who's the son of a presidential candidate, a lucky lad who spent his draft age years during the Vietnam war in Paris, a one-percenter whose worth is somwhere in the
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
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