The People's Cube - Political Satire

You sigh the – future looks dim
And it does when your own side – says we can't win
But my motto – 'til the day I die
If we don't fight back it's gonna make you cry

Enough Barack — stop rhetoric bull
He is for sure

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One by one we'll make them see
We're gonna win out – but we need — your com-pan-y
You hear us call so get on board
Stand up tall don't fall on your sword

I don't care for Barry's Messianic bull
All he is for sure

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We've been through mountains
Of Barry's stink; our senses he dulled

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