Underscore Lyrics

Smack to the mat to the rat-a-tat-tat

Machine-gun fire and a baseball bat

Be red or be dead to the democrat

A note that to vote is the real combat

Hail to the thief is the pale motif

Half of the blokes still in disbelief

My word that I heard of the green tea leaf

My brain can't contain any high relief

My news that I choose for my bigotry

The facts lost in noise and futility

A kind for my mind in hostility

All for my toxic masculinity

Your facts are just acts are the real death tax

Another right-hand grab of my own greenbacks

Pit the whites and the rights and the browns and the blacks

Entertained by it all on your home Imax

Is it left is it right is it day or night

Are the facts in line and the lies air tight

No grey don't stray from the black and the white

Make it tight make it light make it one sound byte

Rage if you can pace the cage madman

Strike while you got their attention span

You lose if your news is Afghanistan

Distract from the fact of the master plan.

The campaign: entertain it's the true diversion

My thoughts only come in the King James version

The goal is the soul for the pure conversion

Everything else is just sick perversion

You can try, you can cry, you can pacify

But this music to me is my big war cry

Ignore uproar turn your true blind eye

But our voice amplify and intensify

Hide what you lied in your off-shore account

No taxes for you, a five-finger discount

No remorse no recourse for the body-count

Set the stage and the rage for another recount

Pander and slander then gerrymander

Thinks of himself as the big commander

Like the king in the ring or the Great Alexander

But a smolder behind like a salamander