Jesusland's Maximum Leader

Bids farewell to his loyal drudges, myrmidons, toadies, trucklers, peons, drones, lickspittles and nad-chamois.

Two nights in a row I have seen blood-soaked madmen on my teevee taking victory laps through the imaginary, eight-year history of a fictional America.

Over here in the Real World -- the one they
hollowed out, set on fire, looted and left for dead --

things look very different.




Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.


I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,


Livin' in the hopeless, hungry
side of town,

I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.


I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,


About the road to happiness through
love and charity,

Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine,
I do suppose,

In our streak of lightnin' cars
and fancy clothes,


But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.


I wear it for the sick
and lonely old,

For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,

I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.


And, I wear it for the thousands
who have died,


Believen' that the Lord was
on their side,



I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.



Well, there's things that never will be right I know,

And things need changin' everywhere you go,

But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.


Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,

And tell the world that everything's OK,

But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,

'Till things are brighter,
I'm the Man In Black.