Chicago Is Actively Practicing Voter Suppression:

 It's the theater of financiers

Count them, fifty 'round a table

White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy

For my hands have all but withered

Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs

Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said

We are the dead

We are the dead

We are the dead