When a Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Kayne West or Beyonce song gets stuck in your head, that’s a bad thing. When a song from the Stones, the Replacements, REM or—oh heck, pick your favorite band that plays actual instruments—gets stuck in your head, that’s a good thing. (Most of the time, anyway.)

But what happens when get a good song from a good band gets stuck in your head over a bad thing? That’s been my situation over the last couple of days since outgoing Secretary of State Hillary Clinton wailed before the Senate Relations Committee regarding the Benghazi attack, “What difference at this point does it make? It is our job to figure out what happened and do everything we can to prevent it from ever happening again, Senator.”

So it’s obvious why I’ve had this Smiths song stuck in my head:

What to do with it?

Well, rather than dive into Hillary’s callously insipid reply and Oscar-worthy feigned outrage, I’ve decided to re-engineer Morrissey’s lyrics to address her indignation.

All apologies to the Mozzer. Cue Johnny Marr’s cool-ass, jangly opening riff….

All Admins have secrets, Benghazi is yours
So let it be known
For we have been through hell asking you
None of us can rely on you …
You start to recoil
Your heavy tears are so lightly thrown
Think Obama’d leap in front of flying bullet for you?

So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes tons
Coz now four are gone
And you’re coverin’ won’t keep you warm tonight

Oh the devil will find work for Rice’s idle hands to do
Went on 5 shows, misled, and why?
Coz Obama asked her to!
Now your wailing makes us feel so ashamed
and we’ve only asked two things
And yet the Left is still fond of you? oh-ho-oh!

So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes tons
Coz now four are gone
And you’re lyin’ won’t keep Bill warm tonight

Oh the devil will find work for Rice’s idle hands to do
Went on 5 shows, misled, and why?
Just coz Obama asked her to!
Now we’re not hearin’ the truth from you
We don’t want to see anymore
And yet the Left is still fond of you? oh-ho-oh!

But no more apologies
Hillary, no more apologies
Oh, we’re too tired
We’re all so sick and tired
And you’re coverin’ won’t keep you warm tonight
And yet the Left is still fond of you? oh-ho-oh!

Oh, my sacred one …

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