(tell me) don’t you hear the bullet swish.
Oh you wide country, sweet mother of many,
your time is nigh, I’m reading the banners
‘make no mistake ,we will prevail’.
Washington Direct Current, you breed a strange kind of bird,
looks like a cuckoo, and I know a great deal ‘bout what they do:
They will prevail.
Tell me don’t you hear the bullet swish.
Tell me don’t you hear the bullet swish.
Oh the obscenities I think of if I could make a wish,
Seem easier to depend upon compared to all this.
Never before in my life, I saw such a fine play, oh such divine spiders on stage, spinning their webs so naturally.
We watch the road turn, but can’t see where we’re headed, we need real solutions, no shinning red feathers, no bald-headed parrots saying: ’we will prevail’
Tell me don’t you hear the bullet swish.
Tell me don’t you hear the bullet swish.
Even the Looney-tunes we used to watch as kids, seemed easier to depend upon compared to all this.
I’d rather drive on a speedway and hit a brick wall, or get swallowed in whole by some dinosaur with a really bad cold,
than prevail.
