Some say the election pulls us out of the mud;
That change we can believe starts with new blood.
You might suspect that smart leaders grow on trees
Shake a few in autumn, and they fall like leaves.
But there’s sixteen bums, what do we get
Another day dumber and deeper in debt
Vapid, narcissistic, downright rude
No matter what they tell us we’re still screwed
It was such a sad mornin' when the sun didn't shine
Some claimed it was natural just to avoid the fines
Fact be told: they gambled and lost on clean coal
And the pit boss said "Well, that’s how we
roll."
So there’s sixteen bums, what do we get
Another day dumber and deeper in debt
Pandering promises, the absence of shrewd
No matter what they tell us we’re still screwed
Truth was born one morning, it was drizzling rain
Fighting and trouble are its middle name
Struggling with the message, truth remains blurred
Because it takes a clear network just to be heard
Yeah, there’s sixteen bums, what do we get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Alternative promises but they’re glued to crude
No matter what they tell us we’re still screwed
If you see truth comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
Man, there’s sixteen bums, what do we get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Alternative promises but they’re glued to crude
No matter what they tell us we’re still screwed
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