The Great Longhorn Tariff
Stalks its prey in the dead of night
While a chainsaw-wielding broligarch
turns government to blight
The orange man says “hang tough”
As he plays golf at his resort
And his henchmen roam the streets
In search of migrants to deport
A parasitic brain worm sowing doubt about vaccines
How the fuck did I wake up on reality TV?
Nazi salutes are the new drip among the christo-fash
Better build your bunkers up you clowns, cause this shit ain’t gonna last
You thought we’d acquiesce to this, thought we remain aghast
Nah, we’re gonna burn your empire down and rise up from the ash