You say you want to make the country great again
But those days they don’t seem so great to me.
Rose colored glasses, filter out that ****** red
Double standards, when down on one knee.
You can’t run, you can’t walk, You are forced to work a job,
Pro-life only applies if you are free
We’re all free. oh yes,
But some are freer than the rest
Free to spout lies, frame crimes,
**** a man on the street.
So Mr. President tell me what is there to do
Will you reach across the room to move us forward?
Or will you sit in you’re ivory tower,
Pointing fingers, yelling “Liar!”
Oh I think I know the way it’s gonna be...
Cause it’s a dark night,
In the kingdom of 45
With death tolls on the rise,
He won’t cover up his mouth, But he’ll cover up your eyes.
So Mr. President tell me what is there to do
Will you reach across the room to move us forward?
Or will you tee off your emerald green,
Say another thing obscene,
Oh I think I know the way it’s gonna be...