Driving home from Bourbon Street
Realized something had changed
Looked in the sky, saw with my eye
The hurricane, mad and deranged

Where are FEMA and Mike Brown when you need them?
Where are FEMA and Mike Brown?
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad world

Sifting through my belongings
I picked up my federal check
I cashed it and bought a homeless man's thoughts
Before he skipped town and hitchhiked to Quebec

Where are FEMA and Mike Brown when you need them?
Where are FEMA and Mike Brown?
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad

To the Superdome door
To the Superdome door
To the Superdome door
To the Superdome door (Here come)
To the Superdome door (the looters)
To the Superdome door (the looters)
To the Superdome

Crawling out of the Ninth Ward
I saw the mayor at a photo op
I doth protest, β€œDon't just sit there and rest,”
Now they've shot me to get me to stop

Where are FEMA and Mike Brown when you need them?
Where are FEMA and Mike Brown?
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad