A Political Thriller
It’s close to election night and something political is lurkin’ in the dark
Under a device’s light you see ads that almost stops your heart
You want to scream, but fatalism takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as a politico looks you right between the eyes…
You’re resigned
’Cause November 8th is election, election night
And no one’s gonna save you from the lies about to strike
You know it will be election, election night
You’re fighting for your wits inside a killer, thriller
Election in seven nights
We’re gonna elect in seven nights!
You hear the knock on the door and realize there’s nowhere left to run
You shake the cold hand and wonder if they’ve always the truth spun
You close your eyes and ears and hope it’s just imagination
But all the while you hear a lawmaker creeping up from behind
Voter, you’re outta time!
’Cause it’s election, election night
There ain’t no second chance
Against the thing with 40 PACs
Election, election night
Voter, you’re fighting for your wits
Inside a killer election tonight.
Activist creatures call
And the hacks walk in their masquerade
There’s no escaping the jaws of the politico this time
They’re open wide
This is the end of your wits, oh!
They’re out to get you
There’s ‘statesmen’ closing in on every side
They will possess you
Unless you change that choice on your ballot!
Now is the time
For you and I to huddle close together, yeah.
All throughout these nights
I’ll save you from the nonsense on the screens
I’ll make you see
Up until the election night
I can educate you more
Than any candidate would dare try.
Election, ooh, election night
So let me console you tight
And share a killer, chiller election in seven nights-
I will educate you tonight!
Campaigns fall across the land
The election hour is close at hand.
Candidates crawl in search of support
Terrorizing y’all’s home court.
And whosoever shall be found
Without the sanity for getting down
Must face the partisans of hell
And rot inside a citizen’s shell.
The foulest talking points are in the air
The funk of two hundred forty six years
Devilish deceits from every tomb
Are closing in to seal logic’s doom.
Though you fight to stay sane
Your body and mind shiver
For no mere American can resist
The evil of the 8th of November.