Rabbi Darkside - State of the Union lyrics

What's really at stake? The state of a union The state of humans G-d forbid a final solution For all the excuses Good people showed their juice And now the movement can really start moving I thought we needed 007 in the double 08 When double trouble dictates votes carry double the weight If States were swinging on the bubble I was set to hop a shuttle Resettle across the puddle Cut every loss Chalk it up to troubled couples in Middle America Living in Reconstruction or another awful era According to the laws of error There was plus or minus 6% chance That we would awake to terror Prolonged on November 5th for 4 more years More racism than gender sh** it's all so clear Somewhere between a call to arms and a need for beer Every Obama calling center is ringing with tears In one hand an unlit a spliff to chief The room silent in disbelief No signs of a trick or thief Just electoral misery A chance to make history What happened why didn't we? Democracy is idiocy Goes down as mystery Can you believe it? Can I believe it? I had to do a double take Too easy like an oven bake Pinch me or just f**ing shake me till my eyes are wide awake Started like a subtle quake Moved on to my upper faith We took it to the streets 1000 deep a couple jakes And it was all peace Car horns and chants No more Dubya to feed the hardcore rants Ballots were like underpants a laxatives chance Hope was like candle now it's more like lamp We've got a new franchise with a ma**ive of fans On point And all the activists are active and amped Republicans stay running sh** without catching cramps But this the year collective action ambushed all their plans Can you believe it? Can I believe it? I'm not convinced Obama's not a pin in the grenade But 7th graders with Obama pins is simple and great A symbol of change Or at the least The desire of the people to break the spell of evil And the global perception we're feeble My People Mi Gente What's different today? Did voting get you a raise? Or wrote off all of your pain? Have we elected a saint? Or resurrected a King? Look in the mirror reflect You're the agent for the change Every single person is their own Able and Cain But we've got nimble minds even when disabled with canes This election was proof the warlords had to go And that most everyday Americans say f** the Status Quo I hope you casted votes I clap like castanets I want to see Chuck D in Barack's first cabinet Minister of Simpleness and Making Sense And I can be the Rabbi of Domestic Microphone Defense What president never rode the fence? But then again what president ever felt a hot comb In the hand of his grandparents? This is a grand entrance It was night to dance Stay enchanted energized but not entranced This is a grand entrance It was night to dance Stay enchanted energized but not entrance