A generation brainwashed
To never looking up the hill
A picket fence to hide behind
It’s plastic now, but still
No maintenance required
So don’t you tread on me
How dare you tread on me
No more ethnic enclaves
They’ve gotten over that
Which is not to say
They don’t have a way
To draw lines on a map
But change is like the cancer
It comes and goes, but stays
But here’s a savior
On his escalator
To make it go away
Now the castle walls are falling
And the Emperor is bare
They thought they were through with
The years of being scared
But our Ozzy is a madman
And our Donald is no duck
Our images are clearer
And they show we’re pretty fucked
Yeah, we ran out of luck
We talked about decorum
While the wolf was at the door
We argued on his purpose
As he slouched across the floor
Now he lives among us
I thought we’d learned before
We should have learned before
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