[Hook] x2
Tin Man needs his oil, and he won't settle for less
He's swinging axes at your family trees if you protest

[Verse 1]
Using his Ellis power mixed with his twisted love of his immigrants
He does minor touchups to his crutch, with the blood of the innocent
Black clouds sit above the [?]
I'm claiming insolence, scrubbing off my fingerprints and I [?]
So who knows if his crooked hand can hold significance
If so I think the coward [?]
Your eyes are running beside a power walking time bomb
Fucking them out and up to [?]
Then he climbs on
Playing King of the [?]
Guarded by Philistines and body armor
I'm sentencing the guy we ordered to the guillotine
Heard the sounds of dying children, screaming
Gives him the world's largest hardon
Liberal America's most wanted shark has gone to the lowest depths imaginable
But we'll see how long he can hold his breath (come up for air)

[Hook]x2

[Verse 2]
Now I'm in past, present, and future shock
Don't care if the president's stupid or not
Stretching his asshole wide and taking a ride on Lucifer's cock
It's the main attraction at his family's circus
I won't sit idly by
It's suicidal and die
Trying to [?], smile, run away
But burn the bridges to my island
I'm going to shun the day he lied to the smiling eyes of ours and yours (so George)
So you can go ahead and paint your tools
You ain't fooling me
Did you really need those crutches?
What says it's only a sprain?
No pain, no unity between you and me
It's my self-proclaimed mutiny
Fucking politics aren't that goddamn new to me
(Fucking politics aren't that goddamn new to me)

[Outro]x8
Four more years, and it's meadow to meadow