#Sotu Bluez
The state of the union blues
Flip on the tube, fire up a doob
Stare at talking heads whose eyes are dead
And no one never speaks to me and my friends
Tonight's episode: brought to you by the end
M-S-N-B-C and the N-Y-T and these Ivy-elites
You can't buy what they sell you
You know, they fake the breaking news
He started talking trash in our history class
I ain't no punk, I don't take that junk
And when the bullets fly, I hope it looks like my video games
Tonight we find out if that Johnny is Superman
And now I'm rolling rough, I got my kicks pumped up
When no one seems to believe what it feels like to walk in my shoes
They best believe this evening's news
(Breaking news, you might say heartbreaking news, yet again a school shooting in America)
The state of the union blues
I'm a modern gal, no femme fatale
Don't need no Title 9 just the starting line
I was born & raised to beat the boys at their own games
But tonight I got rolled strolling the streets alone
I just need a drink and the bathroom sink
This violet won't shrink, don't for a second think
That me & my bruise will be the lead on this evening's news
(Madame speaker, the President of the United States)
Number 45 he can't survive
We must impeach. I won't watch him speak
But have you heard the latest rumour about his wife and his kids?
Tonight I'll believe whatever Ms. Maddow reads
You know what's sad? It's gotten so bad
The other side just spews their lies and their half truths
To score more points for their point of view
(It's a shame what that Cheeto face has singlehandedly done to the level discourse in this country)
The state of the union blues
I'm a white American man- that's who I am
I dig MLK- I like off days
But tryin' to be woke is a joke when you broke every month
Tonight we found out that baby is with child again
We got the bills piled high, she startin' to cry
And as I dry her eyes
I wish we lived a life just like those fables on the cable TV
Tariffs on steel and automobiles
Assembly line robots goin' overtime
Talk about the lawman takin' our guns and friends
Tonight we'll find out if our Daddy's been laid off again
Six months from here we'll be sippin' beer
Sittin' there in our chairs shoutin' 'bout
The queers, browns, blacks and the jews while we fight with the nightly news
(Them damn dirty motherfuckers are going to ruin our goddamn country, right daddy?)
Them's the state of the union blues
Flip on the tube, fire up a doob
Stare at talking heads whose eyes are dead
And no one never speaks to me and my friends
Tonight's episode: brought to you by the end
M-S-N-B-C and the N-Y-T and these Ivy-elites
You can't buy what they sell you
You know, they fake the breaking news
He started talking trash in our history class
I ain't no punk, I don't take that junk
And when the bullets fly, I hope it looks like my video games
Tonight we find out if that Johnny is Superman
And now I'm rolling rough, I got my kicks pumped up
When no one seems to believe what it feels like to walk in my shoes
They best believe this evening's news
(Breaking news, you might say heartbreaking news, yet again a school shooting in America)
The state of the union blues
I'm a modern gal, no femme fatale
Don't need no Title 9 just the starting line
I was born & raised to beat the boys at their own games
But tonight I got rolled strolling the streets alone
I just need a drink and the bathroom sink
This violet won't shrink, don't for a second think
That me & my bruise will be the lead on this evening's news
(Madame speaker, the President of the United States)
Number 45 he can't survive
We must impeach. I won't watch him speak
But have you heard the latest rumour about his wife and his kids?
Tonight I'll believe whatever Ms. Maddow reads
You know what's sad? It's gotten so bad
The other side just spews their lies and their half truths
To score more points for their point of view
(It's a shame what that Cheeto face has singlehandedly done to the level discourse in this country)
The state of the union blues
I'm a white American man- that's who I am
I dig MLK- I like off days
But tryin' to be woke is a joke when you broke every month
Tonight we found out that baby is with child again
We got the bills piled high, she startin' to cry
And as I dry her eyes
I wish we lived a life just like those fables on the cable TV
Tariffs on steel and automobiles
Assembly line robots goin' overtime
Talk about the lawman takin' our guns and friends
Tonight we'll find out if our Daddy's been laid off again
Six months from here we'll be sippin' beer
Sittin' there in our chairs shoutin' 'bout
The queers, browns, blacks and the jews while we fight with the nightly news
(Them damn dirty motherfuckers are going to ruin our goddamn country, right daddy?)
Them's the state of the union blues
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