[Part 1: Governor of the State of Suburbia]

I'm the new governor of
The darned state of Suburbia
The new government of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and hamburgers
No one ever voted for me fairly,
Them gosh darned people,
Except the ones I made anonymously,

And there's nothing wrong with me,
This is how I'm supposed to be,
Even though some voted me,
They're all hating me.

Getting my opponent screwed, telling a bunch of lies
In my office room or my private womb
While the press and news is away.
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and my wife Jane
Keeping me insane and making sure she ain't Lois Lane.

And there's nothing wrong with me,
This is how I'm supposed to be,
Even though some voted me,
They're all hating me.

[Part 2: City Of The Dead]

The center of Washington
In the parking lot
At the 7-11 were I was taught,
The motto wasn't a lie.
It says "Home is where your heart is."
It ain't a shame
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same.
They're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost election
Signs misleading to nowhere.
City of the dead
All children with dirty faces today
The governor don't seem to care.

I read the graffiti
On the courtroom wall,
Like the constitution of a shopping mall.
And so it seemed to confess.
It didn't say much,
But it only confirmed that
The governor Gregoire
Is the end of the world.
And I couldn't care less

City of the dead,
At the end of another lost election,
Signs misleading to nowhere.
City of the dead,
All children with dirty faces today,
The governor don't seem to care.

[Part 3: She don't care]

She don't care if you don't
She don't care if you do
She don't care if you don't care
[x4]

She don't careeeeeeeeee

The governor is full of it
Born and raised by hypocrites
Her heart's recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
She is the kid of tax and peace
From Seattle to Washington, East.
She is the story and government
Of the state of Suburbia.
Some voted for me.
But they all sure do hate me.
Some voted for me.
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]

[Part 4: Dearly beloved Gregoire]

Dearly beloved, were you listening?
I didn't mean to make fun of what you were saying.
Are you demented or am you disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure.
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Is she retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and she stands accused,
For lack of a better word, and that's her best excuse.

[Part 5: In the Words of Rossi]

To vote,
And not to win,
Is to die,
In tragedy,
To leave,
To not recount (again),
To lose to a def 'nite Count,
And I leave behind
This stupid state of screwed up lies
I lost
My run to this:
This governor
That shouldn't exist.

So I run,
I run away.
From all
Of the recounts.
And I leave behind
This stupid state of screwed up lies.
And I
Walked this line
A million and one screwed up times
But not this time!

[Part 6: A Closing Statement by Gregoire]

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize

When you cannot pay your taxes
Too bad you voted for
This heck of a she-devil
Tales from another stupid state

You're crying...
You're crying...
You're crying...
Cause you can't pay taxes!