Swamp Lyrics

He awakes in a poll position

Quixotic choke-on-a-silver-spoon

Quite numb to new information

Spite-holding his breath until he's blue

My turn to sit in the big chair

"My turn to say I'll drain the swamp

My turn to throw a slice and then sit back and watch"

With seeming disregard for place from which it crawled

Bloated and lofted

Gross thing adorns righteous mantle

Crown made from oiled animal

And smiles

It's all self-immolation

"Hey man, I'm just doing what I'm told"

Removing points of friction

Return to propaganda show

Herr Preacher wants more power

Mein gott says it's a matter of when not if

Amphetamine radio hour

Sprinting like lemmings off a cliff

This is a triumph - FINALLY

A blessing for the Church of Well-Fed Worms

A blessing one rears its head every generation

A blessing it eats its young