There's A Tumor In The White House - Dan Mangan

There’s a tumor in the White House

There’s a blowhard at the gate

Chokeholders in the squad car

Bootlickers on parade

There’s a tumor in the White House

It’s getting bigger every day

Chest puffers on the TV

Always got so much to say

So if you buyin' what they’re sellin'

But some part of you remains

Go on and call your friend Llewellyn

Maybe he feels the same

And if you’re tired of the peril

The rhetoric and the shame

Go on and call your old aunt Carol

Maybe it’s not too late

'Cause there’s a tumour in the White House

There’s a fascist at the bank

Flag wavers in the court house

Why do assholes get their way?

So if you’ve eaten the mythology

And now you’ve got a belly ache

Go on and call your old friend Dorothy

Maybe she feels the same

And if you’re tired of the peril

The bullshit and the hate

Go on and call your uncle Darryl

Maybe it’s not too late

Maybe it’s not too late

I hope it’s not too late