We came from Minnesota to escape that mean deep freeze.
And now we’re in Sedona barely able to meet sewer fees.

Those who stand in line begging for a dime, or even a million bucks.
Are graced with praise, given accolades, as “they” plot to stick cost on us.

Oh Sedona, the deception that lurks within.
Sadly surface beauty now serves best to conceal a nasty sin.

That being to treat the bulk of us, opting to call Sedona home.
At the best all that we get from “them” is now and then a bone.

Oh, Sedona, it never occurred to us,
That we’d have a City Council that we cannot even trust.

When was the last audit
To ensure you’re trustworthy

You’re taxing retirees
out of house and home
Businesses cannot pay up
and so they have to close

In order to keep collecting
You have to spend it all
Each year you blow your budget
then try to raise the tax collection bar

You waste tax payers honest working wage
You sit and go to meetings
You cannot answer
What do you do all day to justify your pay

Your paycheck wages are inflated
Your egos much the same
You think that without the City
No one would know Sedona’s name

Oh Sedona!
You spend egregiously!

You’ve now erected streetlights
So now there are less stars
You want more garbage in the street
to justify your street sweeper cars

You say that without you
the tourists would not come
You must not sit in the traffic
going nowhere in the hot sun

With your over inflated budget,
and a population that is dropping
You find the tax payers adjudicated
and want the City disincorporated

Oh Sedona!
You spend egregiously!

You really should get clue
And realize where you are

You’re no longer public servants
You’re merely revenue generators
With oscillating bearings
You’re merely masturbaters

You line each others pockets
You grease each others palms

The City and the Chamber
are in bed with Red Rock News
and the Film Festival
just to name a few

Oh Sedona!
You spend egregiously!

When was your last audit
To ensure you’re trustworthy

(city big shots, read it)

Well We came Here many years ago,
for the small town and the views.
Then followed by the developers,
who said ‘hum what can We use’.

Poor old Sedona how I cry for You,
instead of beautiful red rocks,
We have houses for Our view.

Once a beautiful rugid land,
a place of milk and honey.
But now that we’re a City,
all They want is money.

Poor old Sedona how I cry for You,
once proud to put Her name here,
now Her sewer bill’s over due.

We once had clean water,
and the summers always hot.
Then in came the City,
who wanted what was not.

One wants it to be California,
another Telluride.
What’s wrong with old Sedona,
and Her small town local pride.

Poor old Sedona how I cry for You,
instead of beautiful red rocks,
We have houses for Our view.

The city wants it different now,
and that maybe just because,
They showed up only yesterday,
and don’t know what it was.

Oh Sedona, what’s now become of you?
Time-shares in open spaces
Have obscured too many views.