We The People
Billy Simons Jr.
3:36Oh say can you see what I see The future ain’t what it used to be And I’m not proud of anything That I have seen tonight So tell me ‘bout that flag you wave And what your bumper stickers say And how you parse apart your faith Who's seated on the right? So dress up in your suit and tie And say your thank yous real polite And raise your arm out to the sky Your fuhrer is your friend And when that grifter steps in shit They lick his boots from heel to tip Or feel rath of all of it Praise Jesus Christ amen Cause now we’re great again Dissolve the law and fed’ral courts Defund the peer reviewed reports Retract the hand that feeds the poor The hungry ones can’t speak So raise a glass to business whores The autocrats and saboteurs And text the world about your wars Let flow your whiskey leaks Berate the south, invade the north And conquer all impoverished shores Identify and then extort All those who lack defense Forget the Paine of Common Sense We reign with our incompetence And designate all immigrants As sick and evil men But now… we’re great again Then Francis Key tries to explain That freedom’s not a first class train Your red hat cannot be exchanged As credit toward your rent The land of all the free’s a lie So where do all the brave reside The bombs are bursting through the sky That’s where your money went A modern Betsy Ross has made A flag that fascists celebrate Our motto now commemorates The sword above the pen No we are not inspired hosts Your huddled and your tired folks Are propaganda for our shows And we are not your friend But now… we’re great again Now weakness is admitting wrong So do your part and play along The showroom on the White House lawn Would make your grandad proud So tell me who needs enemies When you've got fox and friends like these Who spend the daytime on their knees In service to the crown We bow down to the motorcades With banners and our boat parades The emperor we celebrate’s Not wearing anything That starry spangled banner waves Goodbye to golden yesterdays The ramparts now have all been raised To clearly represent That now Somehow We are great again