He is, the icon of our times
Solution to our modern crimes
His trigger finger clicks remotes
As carbohydrates slowly bloat
Not fragile
Or brittle
He’s seeking an acquittal
No scruples
No meekness
He has but one great weakness
~Chorus~
All the world must have a pr-ice
Save yourself from sacrif-ice
E-verything will end alright
Americ-an kryptonite
His mighty hands will hardly fail
His intellect is barely frail
He moves his lips in perfect sync
Demanding an espresso drink
With passion
He searches
He’ll make another purchase
Familiar
You know him
He’s saying that you owe him
~Chorus~
It was like the manifest destiny all over again
Except, instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God
They did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god
Themselves
