Текст песни 45 - Stacked Like Pancakes

Here's to you
You're my greatest inspiration
To write this declaration
Let's hope the rest of us survive

But he's just a guy
Who's good at marketing his lies
In these extraordinary times
An opportunistic conniving
Piece of shit

On election day
In the barely United States of America
We're so great
Thanks to you

Fuck you forty-five!
Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide
While the rest of us together
Throw our fists up to the sky, and say
Fuck you forty-five!
Oh, you're the enemy manifold
All my friends and I won't stand beside
The flag you've painted gold
I'm not giving in or giving up
And I'm not on my own
So fuck you forty-five
Fuck you!

(Let's go!)

I'm the minority
Unsung against the mold
Have some humility
You rich asshole

He's just a coward
Trading lives for more more power
Sitting in his golden fucking tower
Blaming the media for incompetence

So fuck human dignity
And fuck your fucking wall
You make me feel ashamed I'm white at all
And I can't stand that I have something in common with you

So fuck common courtesy
The only character you have is in your tweets
Why won't you hold the door for her? Please!
When you can grab her by the pus-covfefe!

On election day
In the barely United States of America
We're so great
Thanks to you!

Fuck you forty-five!
Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide
While the rest of us together
Throw our fists up to the sky, and say
Fuck you forty-five!
Oh, you're the enemy manifold
All my friends and I won't stand beside
The flag you've painted gold
I'm not giving in or giving up
And I'm not on my own
So fuck you forty-five
Fuck you!

Remember remember that day in November
The world took a breath in, accepting forever
Our leaders are lost among lifeless endeavors
While we stand here solemnly
There's no time to be jaded; we've made our mistakes
In these United States I know we're not that greatest
Just picture a picture that's constantly painted
And we can't step back to see...

This great landscape
That we painted with love, not hate
And now we can find our way
Thanks to you

Fuck you forty-five
Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide
While the rest of us together
Throw our fists up to the sky, and say:
Fuck you forty-five!
Oh, you're the enemy manifold
All my friends and I won't stand beside
The flag you've painted gold
I'm not giving in or giving up
And I'm not on my own!

Fuck you forty-five
Fuck you!