To the tune of Cher and Peter Cetera’s ‘After All.’
Well, here we are again
I guess it must be fate
The problem we disowned
(But deep inside we’ve known)
Yet as king (and queen) we’ll skate
Remember time again, abhor, we piss on you
Every history repeats
Ev’ an army dressed in white sheets
Ever my journey always, ever screwing you
After All has come apart
You’ll be coming back to me sweetheart
Our angels faithful (to our) criminal cabal
After all you’ve been through
It all comes down to me not you
Aggress you cannot see, dissever truth with glee, after all
We Thank you Christian Right
With us you bring the fight
Chaos, division, fear
Change truth as it goes
Bodacious Pinocchio’s
Summon Shiva with big cheers
After all the verbal farts
The Covid lies just off the charts
Our angels dear prayers don’t work at all
After all we must admit
How can you believe all that shit?
That God wants you free, as Provider, that means me, after all
Fake News Covid lefty’s crutch
You schmoe, I am mighty, nonesuch
After all, what else you living for?
After all the world’s on fire
Your elder’s corpses burning on the pyre
We angels cornered will kick this nonthing
After all this I bring you
To the only hope, to name me king
I confess the Prophets say that truth comes through me
After all