star trail

there's a black hole shooting through space…. spawning stars in its mighty wake….. Elon the doosh… Is throwing cars… French kids… are burning them… world is sucked… into a screen…. mind babysat… shrinking to a tangerine… Blue wave just hit lady liberty…. Fascist tried but did not succeed…. compassion beat anger and greed…. the people woke… Just in time…. to see the clown king’s Putin crime….. [chorus] Universe spittin’ out mighty stars…. While we play with our little toy cars… Children die and children suffer… All to impress a rich boy’s mother…. In the moment we are not…. Image does not a soul make…. Stop, breathe, walk about… Do a little shake… let your mind and body shout! feel that anger…. feel that rage… let the monkey on out… that stuffy old cage… let's say fuck it… to the gilded age…. we aren't making any stars in our wake… thoughts ignored…. more fast cars… children looking through the glass… at the rich and powerful class… They strut about in luxury… with golden watches and loose red ropes…. Can’t the world live somewhere between… Stalin and Rockefeller Laazayfair? Bernie's gloves are warming up…. Fists of fire and indignant rage…. A people’s man grounded in science and compassion…. [chorus] Universe spittin’ out mighty stars…. While we play with our little toy cars… Children die and children suffer… All to impress a rich boy’s mother…. In the moment we are not…. Image does not a soul make…. Stop, breathe, walk about… Do a little shake… let your mind and body shout! feel that anger…. feel that rage… let the monkey on out… that stuffy old cage… let's say fuck it… to the gilded age…. apathy and rage… sitting in a tree… K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes rage…. Then comes protests…. Then comes oppression from the gilded age get the children out the cage… do something that will sooth their rage… maybe something out the Ben Franklin page? Libraries and competitions of thought breed freedom…. Clinging to cash and shiny things breeds the shallow and angry Golden toilets may be worth millions to the clown king's lot…. but in the end…. a golden bucket of shit…. is still just a bucket of shit…. [chorus] Universe spittin’ out mighty stars…. While we play with our little toy cars… Children die and children suffer… All to impress a rich boy’s mother…. In the moment we are not…. Image does not a soul make…. Stop, breathe, walk about… Do a little shake… let your mind and body shout! feel that anger…. feel that rage… let the monkey out… that stuffy old cage… let's say fuck it… to the gilded age…. let that monkey out…. that stuffy cage…. that fucking stuffy old cage… fuck it…. fuck it… fuck it… let that monkey on out…. dance the skeletons about…. your words… fists of fury on a golden fire…. fuck it…. fuck it… fuck it… let that monkey on out….