Out of the Country/Into the Castle

I have a hunch, and it reminds me of November the eighth
I think I felt it on my birthday, in the middle of May
Can someone please be straight, what does this mean, and what is at stake?
Kids, pack your bags
Let's salute another flag

We've seen these signs for years, but only now are shocked and disturbed
The fox and peacock flock the sheep, and have divided the herd
Since when have shepherds been so 'fair and balanced' when bending words?
We've spent our years
Being poisoned by our fears

So now, who's come to kill us from the cave?
We use our claws to dig our grave
Just think of all the money saved
That's it! Hey King, we're on our way

We've tried to mend these wounds, but they've become infected and worse
And now, they're hunting witches in a frenzy to get rid of the curse
And still we bleed red, white, and blue for them to fatten their purse
That's just alright
We'll survive another night

He doesn't care enough to stop a force he does not condone
She lacks the confidence to stand up tall and put down her phone
I'm trying to stay calm, I'll take another shot to the dome
Yeah, I feel great
Another wall without a gate

This quicksand has us all here stuck
There's battle flags on every truck
Our King just doesn't give a fuck
That's it! Hey King, you're out of luck

Do you drink potions any time a foe approaches your throne?
You seem so shifty, like a sickly businessman on blow
As if your office is the green room for reality shows
But I smell treason
Ooh, buddy, you won't get no second season

Your eyes are squinted, and your skin's a shade of cream tangerine
You get your way by citing fallacies and making a scene
Are you so different from a bully child, spoiled and mean?
Let's ask the crowd
Can you hear our voices now?