Wasted on the Senate Floor Emperor X

[Verse 1]
We ran aground in the Philippines
Interpreting what Henri Bergson means
When he says life must be durational
That feels million to one
Collapsed in grace on the carpeting
Trade missionaries set to bargaining
We have no use for tricky marketing
We make self-evident claims
We say, "Let the products sell themselves"
We say, "Let the products sell themselves"
We say, "Let the products sell themselves"
Like the Minutemen said

[Verse 2]
I start to shake when she stares at me
Our currency's almost at parity
I'd try to talk, but apparently that's not attractively tough
We tripped and fell when we formed a team
We fixed ourselves with fibrin soldering
Wait, I was wrong, that's called fibrin glue
We have enough

[Chorus]
To get wasted on the senate floor
She said, "Blah blah blah, I'm getting bored"
Republican watchman from Virginia wraps its fist in a flag
To punch our lights out
Because we're wasted on the senate floor
Now you're trapped because I locked the door
And I've got this thorium-232 and I've got this microphone
Listen up