He burn the forest
He blinds our watch for Hurricanes
Faith in our high road leaders is pointless
They are in no hurry to commit blooshed
There are no leaders
Able get millions in the streets
Or the ones that could
Are too busy arguing with bribed blood money bigots
As if there will ever be a free election again
The only hope is now
While we are in step 7
And they are on step 25
They will take every interaction you ever have
With the gubbamint
And privatize it
And make you a permanent slave serf
With no wealth
And no hope
And their cult followers
Will cheer the whole way
I for one
Would rather die
Than be a slave
But America
Isnt the home of the free and brave
But the fat lazy and wimpy
