Somebody Pinch Me

The six o’clock news is on automatic spouting static while democracy collides with aristocratic Gutter meets white house, smells like an outhouses, behind the Kremlin on the Fourth of July brings tears to my eyes I want to scream but can’t wake up from this dream keep asking myself why why’d we do it we had the chance to change it but then said screw it and blew it now were flying headlong head strong into the end gonna pay for that sin again and again with each stroke of the marker another freedom sliced away like a surgeon before a holiday no pain no gain just another step backwards until one day we wake up and find ourselves with our tattooed arms straight out