finally meet, face-to-face, chest-to-chest.
Both men sitting on their chairs as if they were taking a shit on the rest of us:
One, Putin, dictator, self-appointed King, ex KGB.
The other, Donald Trump, silver-lining boy who has been
given everything a man could want, in place of a heart, brain,
And I know that somewhere over the rainbow, truth lies in the void
waiting to pour justice on these two men of angst.
Instant karma, maybe today, maybe tomorrow.
Fuck, I'm sounding like a killer.
No, wooow, not me. I'm a peace-loving Christopher Walken type.
Don't even own a gun,
Just a soul, brain, and heart.
No courage here though,
So both of the maggots will live on
And the truth is coming,
coming sooner than you think,
for liberals can only be held in check for so long
before we demand more.
Where is the more?
Where is the justice?
Where is Charles Julius Guiteau when you need him?
I want neither men to die,
I only wish them love.
Yes, beautiful, love.
Choke on that you commie-Republican bastards!
Fortunately for you, you have all the guns,
Only guns and closed-minded, hypocritical love for Your Guy
no-matter who in the fuck he is.
And, somewhere over the rainbow...
Yet, somewhere over the rainbow...
Yes, somewhere over the rainbow....