They're selling postcards of the futile politics.
While signing their name in blue ink
An endless groan and bag of tricks
While I watch the blood spill by the sink
Hollow children with 2D vision
How'd they cry when the power done blow
Performing miracles on plentiful women
How can I be like him when I grow
And the black suit and tie kept him away
From his family, his kids, and his dream
Send him back to rubble and empty shells
The place where the children are lean.
We no longer have Dylan or Zack.
These men whom faced on the charge
We no longer have the sense or the willingness to feel the change the air once it's dark.
And the bark slowly falls igniting the flames
To be cleaned by the collared blue man
Will they pass by the bodies of the fallen
Who once called this barren land home
They no longer even try to hide it
Silenced by the ADA's green
And the oils, the mask, take a proper ganda
At the politician's ***** ole dream
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 9:52 PM UTC
They're selling postcards of the futile politics.
While signing their name in blue ink
An endless groan and bag of tricks
While I watch the blood spill by the sink
Hollow children with 2D vision
How'd they cry when the power done blow
Performing miracles on plentiful women
How can I be like him when I grow
And the black suit and tie kept him away
From his family, his kids, and his dream
Send him back to rubble and empty shells
The place where the children are lean.
We no longer have Dylan or Zack.
These men whom faced on the charge
We no longer have the sense or the willingness to feel the change the air once it's dark.
And the bark slowly falls igniting the flames
To be cleaned by the collared blue man
Will they pass by the bodies of the fallen
Who once called this barren land home
They no longer even try to hide it
Silenced by the ADA's green
And the oils, the mask, take a proper ganda
At the politician's ***** ole dream