Patient Orange

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 nazi you there Four score and twenty years ago What they envisioned down the road What we resemble isn't close The americas are gonna blow Stay home, and stop the spread? 100, 000 Dead And get that in your head And FATBOY's still in bed Then blame a foreign land Hang up, orange man And make him take the stand His pedophilic hand Four score and 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, the trafficking You end up face down in a ditch A "suicide", a common myth So fuck the feds, and plead the fifth By now you know, that 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, oh Think about all the families Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything Four score and twenty years ago What they envisioned down the road What we resemble isn't close The americas are gonna blow