Exile On Main Street

Nobody knows you when you're barefoot and cold and wrapped in blue plastic

I was in Chicago recently, in front of a big crowd, and gave the folks the chance to sing a song (to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic), and they went for it like it was free beer.

It's time for working people to rise up and defeat The brokers and the bankers and the media elite And all the educated bums in paneled office suites And throw them in the street.

People sang this with great gusto, even the swells down front in the $60 seats. They sang verses denouncing the East Coast liberal aristocracy (which rhymes...

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