Idiot Times

Just tell me something I want to hear
Or something that'll make me feel
Tell me of six foot drag queens
If that's what makes me angry
Or evangelic zealots embellished
With makeup for the campaign

Just tell me something to make me feel
Real in touch with
Real indignation
I know the truth
I read it in the news

Agreeance makes me wonder
If that's ever what I wanted
Should I grow my beard
And build me and mine a fortress?
We'll feast on opposition
And live inside the heat
Didn't you hear they're plotting to bring down the western family?

Just tell me something to make me shout
Liar, liar!
You're blinded by it
Your allegiances to idiots and fools
Your blindness is learned
Constructed by the efforts of the
Moral creature
The proud preacher
And the bi-fold feature in the New York Times

I know the truth
I read it in the news
I know the truth
I read it in the news



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Writer(s): Finn Mickle
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