Wishful thinking, via the Doors....
This is the end
untruthful friend
This is the end
The end
Of our alternate facts
The end
He finally got the axe
The end
No smoke or mirrors or lies
The end
I'll never look into those dead eyes
Again
Can you picture what will be
Return to decency
Desperately in need of an un-orange hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Trumpian wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the pardons’ rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of reason
Survive the king's lie-way, baby
Weird scenes inside the deranged mind
Ride the lie-way west, baby
Rid the Fake, rid the Fake
To the State
The Sunshine State
Baby
The Fake is gone, two impeachment trials
Rid the Fake
He's old
And his skin is fake gold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taking us
The Trumpist woke before dawn, he put his red hat on
He took a Confederate Flag
from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
"America?" "Yes, son." "I want to kill you."
"America, I want to..."
C'mon baby, clean it up with us
C'mon baby, clean it up with us
C'mon baby, clean it up with us
And help us clean up the mess in the White House
This is the end
Untruthful friend
This is the end
Good riddance friend, the end
It feels good to set you free
And you'll never set foot in DC
The end of laughter and MAGA cries
The end of orange gods and all their lies