D For Democracy

You with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflection
 Propped up wiht desks and flags, 8 chairs short of
 Perfection
 Lines drawn here, there and everywhere
 None of your own volition
 Unrecognized you pace you shadow
 Stripped of all your definition
 Scour the house, flip the wig,
 Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me
 You've been abused and cheated,
 Shat on you're beyond defeated
 Those who rise stand in your name,
 Then treat you roughly once they're seated
 Your pen in one, their sword in the other
 Satisfied the blessing is given
 In god they trust only their way one way
 Afraid of the other isms
 Scour the house, flip the wig,
 Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me
 The grass is always greener
 Under western skies
 But your norman rockwell nation
 Is being choked by weeds and vines
 Look here the old grey mare
 She ain't what she used to be
 Look here the old grey mayor
 He's all he's cracked up to be
 Scour the house, flip the wig,
 Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me