Sneers of the future, full of snide.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
All day long the bombs kept dropping.
Old man shuffles through a field of bodies.
Says there's gonna be a consequence.
Watch out, man, I'll build a border fence.
Out on a Sunday wandering and shopping.
Old man shuffles through a field of bodies.
Snake eyes squinting like they always do.
His mask keeps him from the Kung Fu Flu.
Once the drooling starts there ain't no stopping.
Old man shuffles through a field of bodies.
Three or four wars, never made no peace.
Vietnam, Baghdad, blood in the streets.
Something smells fishy, something smells rotten.
Old man shuffles through a field of bodies.
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