Another Hundred Days In - DC the MIDI Alien, Trademarc

Another hundred days in, I’m dazed and confused

This lack of opposing views and slogan

To get elected, if only been neglected or slowly fused

It’s Bush resurrected, he looms in the spirit of Obama

Consumed by the spirit of Osama

But calm as a bitch, drama

And hope’s just a four-letter word, it’s a verb

Some hippy turned upside down and back around

To a proper noun, it’s absurd

Blurred by Wikipedia, slurred by wicked media clowns, while

News revives the, surprised while we listen, news anchors so smitten

When the president talks of new anchors hitting bottom of

Middle Eastern borders in neutral waters there’s battleships, dark

We dress up our liars in politicians are tired of being admired

Loaded

Mass-produced the mass seduced by puppets in suits

Let loose that you welcome the news

So you got no excuse to complain about the abuse

All we hear’s Obama sweet talking peace talks

Taking soldiers out of Iraq and send 'em right back to restock

We armed, recon be on Afghanistan

We on the front-page, paparazzi tarnished, looking neo-Nazi

We on the hot seat

Patriot Acts have been extended, promptly

Guantanamo has only been suspended, freedom of speech amended

and descended from toxins and rendered in hues

Blood-red, moved by judge enforced by thugs bred

Brownshirt youth, kill trust, love and liberty

And anything within the constitution of vicinity

Lies still and kills the holy trinity

Geronimo, yeah

Drop 'em all in Guantanamo

Bush took, lock him up and ship 'em off to a rock

We don’t need 'em to strip down freedom

Geronimo, yeah

Drop 'em all in Guantanamo

Bush took, lock him up and ship 'em off to a rock

We don’t need 'em to strip down freedom