We are not crying for you Argentina. See you at the soup kitchen, standing in line with your other colleagues begging for a free lunch. Let us tell you, we know you did nothing productive in the years working for the government, accept shuffling papers back and forth. Admit it?

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’