Okay, here's my attempt at a song. To the tune of Billy Joel's "Pianoman"
It's one o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd comes to shout
There's a tall man standing next to me
Giving facts to the troofers about
He says, "Why can’t you tell us the truth for once?
I'm not really sure you know how
But it's sad and it’s short, and of such great import
That I want you to listen, right now”
Tell us the truth, you’re the “truthseekers”
Tell us the truth today
Well, we’re all in the mood for some evidence
Why don’t you have something to say?
Now Mark, the tall guy, is an honest man
And he spends his time here for free
And he's quick on his feet, with the people he meets
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Friends, I believe it is critical
To see lies of deniers debunked
I wish I could spend my time otherwise
But they just keep spewing this junk”
Now Dylan’s a failed film school applicant
Who never had much of a life
And he's talking with Korey, concocting a story
Designed to caused maximum strife
To the families and friends of the dead and gone
With their negligent “research” and lies
Yes, they’re sharing a cesspool of ignorance
Just to be “one of the guys”
Tell us the truth, you’re the “truthseekers”
Tell us the truth today
Well, we’re all in the mood for some evidence
Why don’t you have something to say?
Now Jason’s an all around sycophant
Who never had much of a clue
And he's following Jones, spouting Skull and Bones
New World Order, and oh yes, the JOOOOOOS
And there’s Alex, the practicing paranoid
Who sees Zionists under his bed
And he’s clutching a bullhorn and shouting his own porn
Whatever pops into his head
Tell us the truth, you’re the “truthseekers”
Tell us the truth today
Well, we’re all in the mood for some evidence
Why don’t you have something to say?
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the deniers rant, rave and shout
They come to Ground Zero, to disparage the heroes,
They forget what this place is about
The deniers, they think it’s a carnival
They think evidence is not required
To accuse heroes of crimes, as long as it rhymes
And to mock all the people who died
Tell us the truth, you’re the “truthseekers”
Tell us the truth today
Well, we’re all in the mood for some evidence
Why don’t you have something to say?
The public who might have been swayed before
Had the troofers’ lies not been exposed
Now get the true picture, without ranting lecture
From Mark, Abby, Ray, Kate and those
Who give up their free time so selflessly
To counter the ranting deniers
They tell the real truth, and show folks the proof
That the “truth” movement is full of liars.
(Reprise)
...
Now it’s four o’clock on a Saturday
Another week’s work has been done
I’m happy to say, at the end of the day
Another week’s war has been won
