Farmer Refuted

Lyricist:     Composer:

Hear ye, hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury, and I present
"Free thoughts on the proceedings of the Continental Congress!"
Heed not the rabble who scream revolution
They have not your interest at heart

Oh my god. Tear this dude apart

Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution
Don’t let them lead you astray
This congress does not speak for me

Let him be

They’re playing a dangerous game
I pray the king shows you his mercy
For shame, for shame!

Yo!

Heed not the rabble who

He'd have you all unravel at the sound of screams

Scream—

But the revolution

Revolution—

Is comin'

They have not your interests

The have-nots are gonna win this

At heart—

It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face

Chaos and—

Chaos and bloodshed

Bloodshed are not—

Already haunt us

A solution—

Honestly, you shouldn’t even talk—

Don’t let them lead you astray—

And what about Boston?
Look at the cost and all that we’ve lost
And you talk about Congress?

This Congress does not speak for me

My dog speaks more eloquently than thee

You’re playing a dangerous game

But strangely, your mange is the same!

I pray the king shows you his mercy

Is he in Jersey?

For shame—

For the Revolution!

For shame!

For the Revolution!

Heed—

If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna

Scream—

Honestly, look at me, please don’t read!

Not your interest—

Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me (laughter)
Why should a tiny island across the sea
Regulate the price of tea?

Alexander, please!

Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive
Drop the niceties

Silence! A message from the King!
A message from the King!

A message from the King!