Cupid’s bound the win the primaries at this fall’s election
No rival candidate can hope to challenge her, or get ahead
Sure as the rising sun, which damn well came up again
Indeed they’ll pay for it, a debt that’ll never be squared
Gone all the unicorns that terrorized our nights
Scared the children, made them all cry
Don’t stand there unless you got something to say
Don’t root for trouble again
Pull your head up out of the sand
As years and years pile on the sacred gets a little profane
Like a fallen angel drinking all alone at the bar
in my hat there is rabbit’s weight in faith,
I cannot say if today’s gonna be my day
With its stealth the rough beast crouches in a pile of leaves
We wrote our poem in the sand
And soon became the sand we wrote in
While the bell kindly tolled enough is enough
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