Our failed attempt at change,
Re-elected in a last ditch
Show of democracy,
Sits in his oval office
Looking at the ice left
At the bottom of his drink,
Wondering what he should do

Surprised that his half-assed attempts
At diplomacy are poised to fail,
He's already shown America
Where we really stand
Which is just about nowhere

We don't want vengeance
And we don't want death
We just want a voice
And what that voice would say,
If he cared to open those office doors is
'Wait; not yet.'

Because we understand the pressures
We understand what happened
Ninety-nine years ago
On a rainy day in July
And we want the skies to stay clear
For even just a little bit longer this time

If he even so much as looked
Outside his window
He would see the picket signs
Of the storm set to brew
Upon his push
Of a button.