like skipping this round rock across a still pond
what'll it do? i dunno
but greased up good and bathed in black
it's better off now, no doubt
it's better off now
we're eight years closer to the end of the world
facing the final and shooting our ways
what mysteries are there to yet be unfurled?
well, hell, it won't matter at the end of our days
like watching a train wreck occur in slo mo
how'll it look? i can't tell
but lathered, rinsed, repeated again
we're better off now, for sure
we're better off now
we're eight years closer to the end of the world
watching it coming it makes its last push
like dumb bombs in terror our futures were hurled
by the almighty hands of George W. Bush
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