I went to a party with my girl in the city
On election night
I was hoping that we gonna make a move to the left
But we gone and made a swing to the right
Now I'm singing the blues for the country
As we move into another long night

I'm gonna catch that plane and fly (bye)
Gonna sail on the next high tide
Just to get away from that cocksucker, motherfucker
Darkening my mind

I stood in the corner throwing glances at the TV
Ripped the label off a bottle or nine
Some sucker rolled up in a Beemer trailing streamers
And I nearly got into a fight
I said, ˜you're making a fool of the country

Holding hands with the Christian right,”

Then I turned to my girl and I cried...

Gonna jump that train and ride
Gonna sail on the next high tide
Just to get away from that cocksucker, motherfucker
Playing on my mind and darkening our times

Oohh cocksucker, motherfucker
Oohh motherfucker
Oohh cocksucker, motherfucker

Well all of a sudden I got something to say
I buried my head but it wouldn't go away
I sat around waiting for a brighter day
But the bad stuff's coming when the good do nothing
It's true...
So what am I gonna do?

Maybe backpack through Peru
Gonna work for a time on a farm in Timbucktoo?
To get away from that cocksucker, motherfucker
Playing on my mind
The get away from those cocksuckers, motherfuckers
Darkening our times

Oohh cocksucker, oohh motherfucker
Ohh motherfucker
Ooh cocksucker motherfucker

Ahhh … pop music

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