Such a Sad Tune They Write

The 2016 elwction

Verse:

Jukebox is moaning out it's one lone song,

about some candidates who get everything so wrong.

Propped up by their ego's--they've got us by the short hairs.

When asked about anything substantive, all you'll see are blank stares.

 

Pre-Chorus:

But if you want to know about the size of one's manhood,

just look at his hands--nothing's wrong, it's understood.

 

Verse:

They'd build a wall, or at least keep an eye on one particular group,

yes, they act less presidential, and more like an escaped carnival troupe.

The Carnival of Fear wants to play in your town and in every corner,

at least if you're a real American, and not just some foreigner.

 

Pre-Chorus:

So suspicion and aggression are on the ballot.

Guess we'd better get used to s**t upon our pallet.

 

Chorus:

 

They're writing a song, Such a Sad Tune They Write.

Instead of daylight, they'd plunge us back into night.

Eternal, filled with monsters that are waiting to pounce,

and words like 'constitution', and others, that they can't even pronounce!

 

Verse:

 

So if you choose fear and pessimism, vote them in.

I'll sit and watch, as common sense takes it on the chin.

Every day, it'll be something else, even more failure-spectacular.

Don't expect an idiot to change his stripes--this election has been most peculiar!

 

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