On a dark swampy highway
Fools combover hair
Warm smell of fajitas
An uprising in the air
But ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering blight
My head grew heavy and my iq dimmed
I turned into alt right.
There he stood in the doorway
A grifter not well
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Kevin McCarthy, I just can't tell
Then he lit up a candle
And he showed me Chris Wray
There were voices down the corridor
And they were all on tape
Welcome to the No Tell Mar-A-Lago
It's a crumbling place (such a crumbling place)
Such an ugly face
Plenty of room at the No Tell Mar-A-Lago
Embrace a coward's fear
Launder your money here
His tantrums tiny fisted
He got his blackmailed friends
He got a lot of brainwashed armed proud boys
At their racist wits end
Down the ramp to the courtyard
To eat omelette
He prances to raise money
For his next court defense
When I asked for a pardon
He began to whine
"Do what Jared tells you to do and get me what's mine"
And still the troll farms are trolling from far away
Woke Jeffrey Clark in the middle of the night
Damn, it's the DOJ
Records he'd been stealing
The stink of campaign on ice
And he said, "there are fake electors here"
"that will spread my lies"
In faux state house chambers
They want the green bay sweep
They try to stop it with their shrieks and cries
But they just can't convince the veep
Last thing I remember, they were
Ramming down the door
trying to find the passage back
To the speaker on the floor
"Relax, " said Alt right man
"We are programmed and deceived"
"You can check-out of the new third reich"
"But they now have receipts"