Sing along with the Santorum’s

Well, hell, since nobody else will do it.

Leslie Satcher (??) and Martina McBride (?) on Sarah Maria Santorum:

Hundreds of miles away from the Pittsburgh hotel, where the Santorum children took their pre-marked positions on stage — their names were scribbled on masking tape pressed to the floor — Leslie Satcher watched the election returns on a big-screen TV in her Nashville home.

The songwriter already had one hit with McBride (“When God-Fearin’ Women Get the Blues” in 2002), and was trying for a second.

Inspiration struck on election night.

Satcher and her husband — “big Fox News junkies” — were riveted by the scene.

“I saw the cameras zoom in on that little girl,” Satcher said.

“That’s awful. They are not even showing Rick. They are showing her crying. She is hurting, and she knows her dad is hurting.”


The first verse is about Sarah Maria, Satcher said.

In these times in which we live
Where the worst of what we live
Is laid out for all the world on the front page
And the sound of someone’s heartbreak
Is a sound bite at the news break
With a close shot of the tears rollin’ down their face
Blessed be the child who turns a loving eye
And stops to pray
For these times in which we live

Then, Satcher explains that the second and third verses are made up of a bunch of rhymes about the troops and God and stuff like that because country fans are nothing if not suckers for cheap pieties and flag-waving corn.

As for the rest of the kids, here’s Fred Durst on Larry Maria Santorum:

It’s just one of those days
When ya don’t wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don’t really know why
But you wanna justify rippin’ someone’s head off
No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker!
It’s just one of those days.


I pack a chainsaw
I’ll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break your fuckin’ face tonight

Give me something to break
Give me something to break
Just give me stuff to break
How ’bout your fuckin’ face?

Then there’s a drum solo…

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