THEY'RE ALL ALONE When I saw you, you weren't alone You weren't one, you were four, five, or six I saw you and you stared You were that wretched politician who never cared Oh, female politician Why don't you go home? I hear your children crying: "Mommy, we're all alone!" If you were singing this song You wouldn't be singing solo Because all of your many suitors Would be bringing you Rolos The people wouldn't leave you alone The general public was your home Oh, female politician Why don't you go home? I hear your children crying: "Mommy, we're all alone!" When I look into your eyes I see a soul trying to escape Wanting just to cook and clean and wash and sew And shape men - Summer 1989, Ash Hall/Kevin Burdick