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Here's to you You're my greatest inspiration To write this declaration Let's hope the rest of us survive But he's just a guy Who's good at marketing his lies In these extraordinary times An opportunistic conniving Piece of shit On election day In the barely United States of America We're so great Thanks to you Fuck you forty-five! Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide While the rest of us together Throw our fists up to the sky, and say Fuck you forty-five! Oh, you're the enemy manifold All my friends and I won't stand beside The flag you've painted gold I'm not giving in or giving up And I'm not on my own So fuck you forty-five Fuck you! (Let's go!) I'm the minority Unsung against the mold Have some humility You rich asshole He's just a coward Trading lives for more more power Sitting in his golden fucking tower Blaming the media for incompetence So fuck human dignity And fuck your fucking wall You make me feel ashamed I'm white at all And I can't stand that I have something in common with you So fuck common courtesy The only character you have is in your tweets Why won't you hold the door for her? Please! When you can grab her by the pus-covfefe! On election day In the barely United States of America We're so great Thanks to you! Fuck you forty-five! Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide While the rest of us together Throw our fists up to the sky, and say Fuck you forty-five! Oh, you're the enemy manifold All my friends and I won't stand beside The flag you've painted gold I'm not giving in or giving up And I'm not on my own So fuck you forty-five Fuck you! Remember remember that day in November The world took a breath in, accepting forever Our leaders are lost among lifeless endeavors While we stand here solemnly There's no time to be jaded; we've made our mistakes In these United States I know we're not that greatest Just picture a picture that's constantly painted And we can't step back to see... This great landscape That we painted with love, not hate And now we can find our way Thanks to you Fuck you forty-five Commander-in-Chief of the Great Divide While the rest of us together Throw our fists up to the sky, and say: Fuck you forty-five! Oh, you're the enemy manifold All my friends and I won't stand beside The flag you've painted gold I'm not giving in or giving up And I'm not on my own! Fuck you forty-five Fuck you!