Hands up, chopper down
Looks like we gotcha now
Why don't you take a bow?
Somebody take 'em out
No more I cannot bear
The fake tan, stupid hair
That nauseating stare
I did nazi you there
Four score and twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What we resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow
Stay home, and stop the spread?
100, 000 Dead
And get that in your head
And FATBOY's still in bed
Then blame a foreign land
Hang up, orange man
And make him take the stand
His pedophilic hand
Four score and twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What we resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow, and explode
All these things that we don't see
The cover ups, debauchery
And if you ever saw a thing
The violent stuff, the trafficking
You end up face down in a ditch
A "suicide", a common myth
So fuck the feds, and plead the fifth
By now you know, that they don't really care about you
They don't really care about you
They don't give a shit about you
You know they don't care about you, oh
Think about all the families
Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything
Four score and twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What we resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow