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lyrics
Well, I, I brought in my advisors
And, uh, and we don't know how to
How to tackle that
Well, here
I don't have any jelly beans, but I've
I've got a blop
That's what Nancy told me
And w—oh!
Well
Well, I
I can't catch like I used to
But I've got some jelly beans here
And
I like 'em
Failure of irony, absence of all shame
Crown upon the Lyin' King, "We won't get fooled again"
The Pride of thieves and vultures: a flag for mopping blood
The good Earth of America, star spangled toxic sludge
Chaos in November, the Guy did not show up
The weird turned sour and we're still drinking from that rotten cup
The bad men in good suits, like poison on fresh fruit
They cheat and kill and steal and lie and want us to salute
Self-congratulation, farewell to land of plenty
Paid with pound of flesh, and sold it for a penny
Good earth's been polluted, garbage deeply rooted
We've got the stingers, killed the bees, the honey has been looted
And Movie Cowboy Grandpa's bullshit legacy
Can't pretend his vision is what we're meant to be
Now Uncle Donald Rottencrotch, incompetence made flesh
Means to squeeze us for our blood until nothing is left
Where can we find a farmer, servant of the land ?
Patient temper, seed sower, rough and calloused hands
Digging us from deepest shit is not a job for guns
Put the bastards on their knees and show them we have won
Found a rifle on the walk, tried it as a plough
But the seeds I plant just whither, nothing grows here now
Our soul is slowly starving, famine dressed in black
We burned the giving tree to ash and cannot bring it back
The failure of irony, the absence of all shame
No thorns to prick the crown upon the spoiled Lyin' King
A den of thieves and vultures, a flag for flowing blood
Hard to see the future when we’re held facedown in mud
We traded in the Earth for Twitter followers
Our liberty a fantasy, a statue’s hollow words
Superman messiah myth made us prisoners
The culture war will finish when the rich are finally burned
And all that, which I'm calling You now
I met with my advisors and
And we've all come to a consensus that, uh
That we have You here
And, uh
We're trying to represent You, after all
So
We want You here
“I couldn’t believe my own ears when I heard it. That rotten fink Ford had pardoned Nixon, and so Nixon rode off into the sunset scott-fucking-free, the tapes in one hand and the broken remains of the American Dream in the other, laughing all the way. This was the end of it—what faith we had that our government could overcome corruption was laid bare on the street like a dead whore, and we knew neither the sex worker nor the American people would ever get the justice they deserve. Instead, the illusion dropped from our eyes like a broken curtain and now we could see the street for what it is: a road to hell, paved with the blood and sinew of the poor, built on the backs of minorities, and lined with billboards paid for by the rich with money they stole from all of us. The names would change—Reagan, Bush, Trump—but the corruption would stay the same. They’d normalize it, convince us it was that way all along, and what hope we had left would slowly drain into the gutter and be washed out to sea.”
And Movie Cowboy Grandpa's bullshit legacy
Can't pretend his vision is what we're meant to be
Now Uncle Donald Rottencrotch, incompetence made flesh
Means to squeeze us for our blood until nothing is left
Where can we find a farmer, servant of the land?
Patient temper, seed sower, rough and calloused hands
Digging us from deepest shit is not a job for guns
Put the bastards on their knees and show them we have won
Failure of irony, absence of all shame
The king took on a crown of thorns to which he has no claim
The sea of thieves and vultures will soon be drenched in blood
Mixed with mud and vomit, star spangled toxic sludge
Took my rifle from the wall, used it as a plough
To till the field of the future, this we do avow
When the bastards think they’ve won, then the war begins
We’ll hang them from the highest gallows, punished for their sins
I pledge allegiance (I pledge allegiance)
To the flag (to the flag)
Of the corrupt New World Government (corrupt)
Until the day (until the day)
I open my eyes (I open my eyes)
And tear the bastards screaming from their thrones (from their thrones)
I won’t believe (I won’t believe)
Their baseless lies (their baseless lies)
Of liberty and justice for all (for none)
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