I never thought I'd live to see the US sponsor terrorists
I never thought the president would love the white supremacists
I never thought the people would let radicals inside their heads
I never thought I’d see my home so caught up in some Orwell shit
They got you workin’ three jobs and the ends ain’t close to meetin’ yet
The dream is dead already and we ain’t got close to sleepin’ yet
The joke is on the young ones they gon’ work until they’re droppin’ dead
It’s really sad the man is building bombs with their retirement
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
They say it’s hyperbolic but they know the man is fuckin’ you
They’re sittin’ back and counting bills not caring what you’re going through
It’s time to take it to the streets and roll out some fresh guillotines
Or grab a pair of pliers and a torch full of acetylene
I know it might sound crazy dreaming up all these medieval scenes
We’re tired of the world running on bullshit and on gasoline
Their corporate masters pulling strings just doing what they tell them to
It’s time to come to terms these public servants never worked for you
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
I hope the orange one knows that his fuckin’ time is almost through
To see him dragged away in chains, a show I’d buy a ticket to
It ain’t really my nature wishing fellow men the ill-est will
I have say this dullard in the White House surely fits the bill
They say they want to take our land to pasts where we were really great
But all they’ve done is fill the swamp with con men and some reprobates
What will our children think of what is left when all these fucks are through
Be careful what you wish for there’s no guessing what the desperate do
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
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