DESCRIPTION:
This is a song written by Mr. Nowinski about a group of journalists who tried to expose large scale corruptions around the nation on the local, state, and national level here in the Untied States.


Lyrics

Well I was just a little boy in a tiny Polish town
When I heard the word America the name it did astound
The streets were paved with gold in the melting pot so grand
But then my dreams of being rich fell through my hands like sand

The muckrakers will save the day
Take some notes and pictures to make it go away

inside chicago's slaughterhouse the only work I could find
The things that I have seen there make me pray that i'd go blind
uninspected bovine sick and dirty just pass through
We'd chop it up and can'em for our valiant boys in blue

And political corruption is as constant as the sun
While honest working union men stay always at square one
The grafts they are not honest, the votes mean nothing more
than tallies on a chalkboard corruption to core

So save us Mr. Sinclair in The Jungle hot and dark
And Tommy Nast will draw cartoons that always hits it's mark
While Ms. Tarbell spills oil from the octopuses well
Jacob Riis did talk to me in the dirty place I dwell

The muckrakers will save the day
Take some notes and pictures to make it go away