We stole it by any means necessary, oh mommy...'
I met Michael Moore who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news
But the Oscar winner just turned away.
I went down to that bloody scene
Where all the protests weren't worth a bean
The elephants had stolen another one.
And in the streets the donkeys screamed
The soldiers cried and the poets dreamed,
But hardly a word was spoken
'Bout how to fix the system that was broken.
Will the truth ever become clear?
Will Democracy rise from its apathetic gear?
Who knows? Come drink another beer and toast the day Democracy died,
We'll be singin'....
Bye, bye, Miss American Dream,
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