The People's Cube - Political Satire

Every time I think that I'm the only one that sees it
Barry stuffs it in
And every now and then that label sneaks out of his shirt
And I can see his sins

And so along comes Barry
And does he ever give me looks because he's such a crook
And tries to trick my mem-or-ies
Of what my country used to be of brav-er-y and fine gal-lant-ry
May we always see

When we met I was sure he was wrong
Now his empty words ring hollow far too long

His mad desire is on the list, it clicks, it sticks
His sickness is a game he plays
And when his mask is laid in such a way the people see
And hold him most to blame this day

And so along comes Barry
And doesn't want to set us free, won't let us see reality
From where he sits so lame
And we will struggle much when truth be told our country has lost touch
In giving him such fame

When we met I was sure he was wrong
Now his empty words ring hollow far too long

And when that morning of all warnings sound, rebound
And things once hid are found across the sky
The Psycho's drama and the problem gone
I see his label's dung and hung upon his fly

And so along comes Barry
And doesn't want to see blood stains, or dead remains of all their pain
He caused the night be-fore
Oh will his vacant eyes reflect the lies, he does hide
Realize that Benghazi cried for the four

When we met I was sure he was wrong
Now his empty words ring hollow far too long

For far too long
For far too long
For far too long
For far too long