But in time the nation grew weak and our cities fell to slums while Neoconservativism stood strong
In the dusts of hell lurked the blackest of hates for he whom they feared, Ronald Reagan, awaited them...
Now many many lifetimes later lay destroyed, beaten, beaten down, only the corpse of Liberty, ashes of the American Dream and a blood stained Wall Street
It has been written "Those who have the Vote Have the Future"
So come now, children of the Democracy be strong and Shout at the Willard
Shout shout shout
Shout shout shout
Shout at the Willard
He's the vulture capitalist screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain know as Bain
He's the tear in your Grannies eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back
He's greed
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is the outsourced
His head spins round and round
But in the seasons of wither
Obama will stand and deliver
Be strong... and
Shout shout shout
Shout at the Willard
Shout shout shout
