Can I drown my crippling insecurities
In indie rock and crooked allegories?
Where are the chalk drawn lines?
Sell the clock to buy some time
Misplaced hijabs and suntan lotion
Drone strikes are the new notion
Yes sir, I do bite my thumb.
But, I can't hear over the hellfire hum
Is it too much to ask for a president who isn't a war criminal?
I'm sure collateral damage isn't always minimal.
These streets paved in gold
Have put the welfare checks on hold.
Bleeding hearts in the brass section
But not enough for a well funded education
Please, Jesus, Mary, Joseph Smith, bless this nation
Sell your soul just to keep up with inflation