P.B.S Lyrics

Here he is, here he is, he’s a politician!

He can’t separate the fucking facts from fiction

Fuck the poor, fuck the poor, don’t care what they need

His only motive is to satisfy his greed

Don’t care how you voted or what you stand for

This motherfucker here is rotten to the core

Sign your petitions, He’s going nowhere

To the working class, He’s just a fucking nightmare

PBS! It’s political bullshit!

PBS! And you're full of it

PBS!! It’s political bullshit

PBS!! And we’re done with it

Here we go, here we go, we’re on a mission

We’ve got to separate the fucking facts from fiction

Look at you look at you, now you’re on the run

This is what happens when you’re out for  number 1

You’ve got green in your pocket, but blood on your hands

No longer can you bury your head in the sand

You and your ilk, we’re starting to despise

Cos We’ve had enough of your deception and lies