World Trade (tune: Silver Bells)

 People clashing. Windows smashing.
 Chaos mile after mile.
 In the air we are feeling the tear gas.
 Kids a-looting. Cops a-shooting.
 Rubber bullets galore.
 And on every street corner there's fear.
 World Trade. World Trade.
 What have you done to our city?
 What ding-a-ling, let you bring
 This mess to our peaceful place?


Let us go, WTO, WTO (tune: Let Snow, let it snow)

 Oh the riots outside are frightful
 And they get much worse at nightfall.
 So remember: keep your head down low,
 WTO-WTO-WTO

 The mayor is sad and shaken.
 To a nightmare he awakened.
 What a crisis to undergo!
 WTO-WTO-WTO

 When the anarchists say goodbye,
 Once there's nary a building left clean.
 They'll be laughing with great delight
 All the way back to Eugene.

 Now the dumpster fires are dying.
 As some shoppers start their buying.
 But the memory will never go.
 WTO-WTO-WTO



Twelve Days of Trade Talks (tune: 12 Days of Christmas)

On the 12th day of trade talks, my city gave to me:
12 Marchers marching
11 Looters looting
10 Chanters chanting
9 Cops a-freaking
8 troopers trooping
7 Blocks a-burning
6 Merchants weeping
5 Poison clouds
4 Falling Bottles
3 Blunt clubs
2 Stinging eyes
and
Embarrassment on national TV.