Two hundred and forty five
Years
And millions of patriot tears
That’s how long there has been American democracy
Is it too much to ask
If you want to install a dictator, wow
Is it too much to ask
That you set yourself a task
To find out how you’d really feel
Live for a year in Pyongyang or Moscow
You could see how you would you feel
When power seals every deal
And truth means nothing
And merit means nothing
And everyone lives in suspicion of everyone
And even sweet love is slathered in salt
Who does what and fingers find fault
Not an exercise in doing better
An exercise only in pointing a finger
After each swallow the bitter will linger
Such as these
Laugh at destroying trees
Care nothing for generations yet to come
It simplifies life – that much is true
Freedom of choice is taken from you
A regimen, no acumen, and you become a cog
Step out of line, you’re beaten like a dog
No matter how stupid the rule
You lick it up like drool
Come back after just one year
Oh, wait, that’s right
You can’t come near
People can’t leave dictatorship you see
Everyone would follow the light
Eschew dictatorship
Embrace democracy
Poor old cruel dictator would be all alone
Unable to work, he’d soon be skinless bone
No slaves to heed his lie-filled drone
All would honor the two four five
Do well to honor the two four five
Keep the dream alive
Help the nation thrive
And honor the two four five
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The Loud Defense of Untenable Positions
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