Propagandhi - Iteration lyrics
[Propagandhi - Iteration lyrics]
Donald wept through the proceedings and his
Tears soaked through the canvas that
Cloaked his twisted face and stained
His orange jumpsuit where
With such rare distinction he once displayed
The evidence of
His outstanding contributions to
The maintenance of a kingdom come
But those days are gone
He's nothing more than a number
On a docket thick with
Shareholders and engineers
PR firms, politicians, war-profiteers
"How the fuck did I end up here?
This just isn't fair
It ain't no place for a billionaire!"
And he searches for the words to
Stop this table in mid turn
Like "We are but old men" and "We
Only did what we were told"
Laughter from the gallery drowns
Out these vestiges
Of a profession's oldest defense
"The court will direct the record to reflect
Compliments from the bench you sir
Are central casting's crowning achievement
And for your outstanding performance
In a comedic role
I'd like to dedicate the findings
Of the jury to the dead"
How can one man ever repay
A debt so appalling?
Can't gouge ten thousand eyes
From a single head, so I
Think we should observe a
Sentence that will serve
To satisfy both a sense
Of function and poetry
So you will spend the rest of
Your days drenched in sweat
Your face drawn in a rictus of terror
As you remove another buried landmine fuse
Meanwhile 100 yards back
Behind the sandbags a legless foreman
Pulls the trigger on a red megaphone
Squelching feedback, drunken laughter
Broken English, dead daughter's picture
Time and tide, no one can anticipate
The inevitable waves of change
Tears soaked through the canvas that
Cloaked his twisted face and stained
His orange jumpsuit where
With such rare distinction he once displayed
The evidence of
His outstanding contributions to
The maintenance of a kingdom come
But those days are gone
He's nothing more than a number
On a docket thick with
Shareholders and engineers
PR firms, politicians, war-profiteers
"How the fuck did I end up here?
This just isn't fair
It ain't no place for a billionaire!"
And he searches for the words to
Stop this table in mid turn
Like "We are but old men" and "We
Only did what we were told"
Laughter from the gallery drowns
Out these vestiges
Of a profession's oldest defense
"The court will direct the record to reflect
Compliments from the bench you sir
Are central casting's crowning achievement
And for your outstanding performance
In a comedic role
I'd like to dedicate the findings
Of the jury to the dead"
How can one man ever repay
A debt so appalling?
Can't gouge ten thousand eyes
From a single head, so I
Think we should observe a
Sentence that will serve
To satisfy both a sense
Of function and poetry
So you will spend the rest of
Your days drenched in sweat
Your face drawn in a rictus of terror
As you remove another buried landmine fuse
Meanwhile 100 yards back
Behind the sandbags a legless foreman
Pulls the trigger on a red megaphone
Squelching feedback, drunken laughter
Broken English, dead daughter's picture
Time and tide, no one can anticipate
The inevitable waves of change