Oh, where have you been, my bleary-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, media darling young one?
“I’ve stumbled to my side snorting parmesan mountains
“I’ve walked from my crimes nearly six crooked decades . . . “
Oh, what did you see, my senile old one?
And what did you see, your dopehead young son?
I saw a unborn baby ended with Planned practice.
I saw a highway of diamonds paid with your taxes.
I saw a black protest with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of transmen with their “hammers” a-bleedin’
I saw a white liberal all covered with masks.
I saw ten thousand Twitters whose tweets were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords taken from free citizens
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard lid’s a-gonna be called.
There goes Biden – he’s stumblin’, bumblin’, mumblin’…
It’s a hard…
It’s a hard…
It’s a hard lid, that’s gonna be called.
Oh, where have you been, my bleary-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, media darling young one?
“I’ve stumbled to my side snorting parmesan mountains
“I’ve walked from my crimes nearly six crooked decades . . . “
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard.
It’s a hard rain a-taxes a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my senile old one?
And what did you see, your dopehead young son?
I saw a unborn baby ended with Planned practice.
I saw a highway of diamonds paid with your taxes.
I saw a black protest with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of transmen with their “hammers” a-bleedin’
I saw a white liberal all covered with masks.
I saw ten thousand Twitters whose tweets were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords taken from free citizens
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard lid’s a-gonna be called.
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