Godspell 2004: The Revenge
Picture the scene. Three-time loser democrats, facing a world in which they are apparently surrounded and outnumbered, lean on each other and sing a rousing chorus of “Everybody loves a winner…so nobody loved me…”
Meanwhile, the poor dopes who have been left with nothing better than these incompetent twats to defend them (your minorities, your poor, your tired, your huddled masses yearning to be free) reach their hands towards the fire and content themselves with:
“There’s a place for us…somewhere, a place for us…peace and quiet and open air wait for us somewhere.”
