Lyrics

Miserable Prick
Does he make you numb, more than some, are you uncomfortable
The words on his tongue are so dumb and terrible
But you listen in and you can't go changing the channel
When you're pissed he wins and he smiles
Been wrong so long that it's making me sick and
I can't get through cause his head is so thick
He's a miserable, miserable, miserable prick
With a righteous pose, xenophobe and zealot gun
A privileged man with someone else's Vegas chips
Put his clothes on me and I just laughed until I bled
Then I retired with crosses in my head
Now here I am again without his bigot mouth
Full of anguish, shit and piss for miles, he is running