You like to talk, but not to listen

You love the lord but lack compassion

For anyone that don't conform

Your narrow view of the human form

And now you know that you were right

And now they'll see you won the fight, this time

And now you've got yourself a white bread president

He's gonna make things great

Take us back to a time of morality

Before it's got too late

It isn't what he says, it's what you know he means

From the way he tweets

It's more a feeling than a store-bought morality

That brings you to his feet

And now you see the mask is slipping

He's not the man you hoped he could be

The factories are still not humming

Your daddy's sick and no onе's coming

And now you think, 'maybe they're right'

But it's much too latе to switch up sides, 'cos you know

Now we've got ourselves a white bread president

And nothing's great

He's full of sodium and sky-high cholesterol

And chocolate cake

And maybe you're wrong huh?, well it's much too late

Your vote of spite, our twisted fate

Fuck your white bread president