Patient Orange (Live) Lyrics

Hands up, chopper down

Looks like we gotcha now

Why don't you take a bow?

Somebody take 'em out

No more I cannot bear

The fake tan, stupid hair

That nauseating stare

I did not see you there

Four score and twenty years ago

What they envisioned down the road

What they resemble isn't close

The americas are gonna blow

Stay home, and stop the spread?

One hundred thousand dead

And get that in your head

And fat boy's still in bed

Then blame a foreign land

Let's "hang the orange man"

And make him take the stand

His pedophilic hand

Four score, twenty years ago

What they envisioned down the road

What we resemble isn't close

The americas are gonna blow

And explode

All these things that we don't see

The cover ups, debauchery

And if you ever saw a thing

The violent stuff like the trafficking

You end up face down in a ditch

A suicide

A common myth

Fuck the feds and plead the fifth

By now you know, they don't really care about you

They don't really care about you

They don't give a shit about you

You know they don't care about you

Woah

Think about all the families

Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything

Think about all the families

Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything

Four score, twenty years ago

What they envisioned down the road

What they resemble isn't close

The americas are gonna blow