Oh (Twenty Twenty F*****g-Four) [feat. Brisa Roché]

OH… (TWENTY TWENTY F***ING-FOUR)

Oh… November was the cruelest month

but now every month is crueler than the one before

and still easier to swallow than the month to follow

roaring in like a lion to hollow out our hearts even more

Oh… There once was a budding nation spouting hopes and dreams

that despite her growing pains and dark refrains still had the means

to align her real design with the myths written in her blood

and finally be “the land of the free,” truly worthy of love

Moving forward were we in the long march to equality

between the races, between the sexes, and the rich and the poor

Two steps to a better day for every step back to yesterday –

that used to be the American way, used to be what we were living for

And then along came Twenty Twenty-F***ing-Four

and an election revelation like none before

excreting an orange Second Reich to once again us benight

a second wave of MAGA blight, a triumph of spite evermore

Oh… There’s no winter here where there’s no more snow

where we’re walking on egg shells as the silver bells toll

Mad parallels atinkling that won’t let me sleep –

the cold knell of Orwell’s inkling, history stuck on repeat

Crashing back to before Roe v. Wade, they got us on the run

What’s next for their old handmaid brigade, supressing sex for fun?

Advocating for theocracy, for a God that trumps democracy,

they’re pining for the good old days, that misty antebellum haze of white birthright plutocracy

Yes, along came Twenty Twenty-F***ing-Four

and an election revelation unlike any before

excreting an orange Second Reich to once again us benight

reseating Putin’s whore to give the pimp a hand with his goddamn war

Oh… There’s thunder o’er the wasteland aflame in the rain

a burning rumble yearning hard to take us all down the drain

We’re not as good as we thought we were, not what we hoped to be

Our half-wit half fell for the golden calf, bought the plot of a bad movie

When they say make us great again, what do they envision?

Going back to Plessy v. Ferguson and the Dred Scott decision?

Back to school segregation before Brown v Board of Education?

Or female franchise deprivation before the 19th’s certification?

Back to a time free of shame, of white men feeling free of blame,

of pigs at the helm crushing the lives of any on the farm they want to demonize?

Busting unions and the right to organize in the guise of securing the Mammon prize?

Jesus Christ, my country, how could you not see taking you for a ride the idiot lies,

the scam before your eyes making you a grifter’s patsy?

Oh… Along came Twenty Twenty-F***ing-Four

and an election revelation like none before

excreting an orange Fourth Reich to once again us benight

A drooling dump, a Hitler light, the triumph of spite… evermore