In game-show purgatory,
we're all just dying for a laugh.
Watch your boy practice presidential looks;
top of his class.
What's darker,
streets or airwaves,
pregnant with rumors of rewards?
If you're terminally bored,
fall in behind the motorcade and lock your doors.
Mother money! Your dreams came true today.
Slaughterhouse country,
offers up her favorite son.
Who cares why anything gets done;
get something done!
A moral gerrymander?
I could have laughed 'til i was sore,
but I'm too busy bracing for the dark side of the holiday,
they're saving for...
Mother money, your dreams came true today.
United we stand.
United we stand.
United we stand for unity!
We,
believe and believe
believe and believe
in believability,
So, don't touch the machinery,
and don't lean on the scenery.
Get used to waiting,
if what you're after's laughing last.
At least here laughter's endlessly broadcast.
Get what you see,
all mask behind the masks behind the masks for mother money.
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