PUB

The FBI ain't takin' no shit

from the scoundrels at PUB:

"You've been cheatin' & stealin'

& raisin' fee after fee."

D.A. Saenz is pointing his finger

cause he knows somethin's wrong.

And he ain't interested

in Bruciak's same ol' song.

"Soupy" Saenz & "Goofy" Garcia

are slitherin' into the tall grass.

They're shakin' & tremblin'

cause Montoya's after their ass.

The Brownsville Herald wants to know

who snuck away with the one million,

but all the board members can do

is offer excuses by the billion.

Bruciak, Saenz & Garcia

are pocketing our cash.

They have lost touch with reality.

Have they been smokin' too much hash?

Everybody recognizes

it's a corrupt institution.

After the Tenaska fiasco,

PUB owes us restitution.

Bruciak serves the haves

and we're the have-nots.

On a hot summer day

a dead man rots.

We're sick & tired 

of being whipped like dogs.

You can rule from your pigsty

but don't treat us like hogs.

It's time for the commission

to put PUB in its place.

But you can't make somethin' pretty

that's got an ugly face.

We must clean house

and run these rats out of town.

We're done with the circus

and Bruciak the clown.

To the treacherous trio,

PUB belongs to us.

We've paid for your tickets.

Now get on the next bus.

Will things ever change

at PUB?

We can still protest.

It's up to you & me.