There's a man on a mountain
In a bunker of gold
Where he's safe from the shrapnel
& the street fights & brawls
Where he's secure to spout hatred
Without being involved
& he claims that his motives
Are freedom & god
& he stands at the podium
Somewhere far televised
With his mouth spitting venom
& his poisonous lies
Giving power to the idea
The if our nation is free
I should bludgeon my neighbors
If they look different than me
Oh say, can you see?
Civil war's getting started
Now we're just waiting on world war 3
Now his swarms start to gatherin'
Like wasps beating their wings
To force-feed their rhetoric
& ideology
Down the throats of the people
Who's suffering has no end
Should it really feel this awful
To make america great again?
In a bunker of gold
Where he's safe from the shrapnel
& the street fights & brawls
Where he's secure to spout hatred
Without being involved
& he claims that his motives
Are freedom & god
& he stands at the podium
Somewhere far televised
With his mouth spitting venom
& his poisonous lies
Giving power to the idea
The if our nation is free
I should bludgeon my neighbors
If they look different than me
Oh say, can you see?
Civil war's getting started
Now we're just waiting on world war 3
Now his swarms start to gatherin'
Like wasps beating their wings
To force-feed their rhetoric
& ideology
Down the throats of the people
Who's suffering has no end
Should it really feel this awful
To make america great again?
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