Playing to a perfect crowd
Somehow he's allowed to
Spit all the denizens of hate
And celebrate the great
Unsophisticated hordes of shame
Barking words of very few
No substance to his views
If only they knew what he could mean
They're looking for a change
All he's got's a
Darker form of the same
This clown is serious
This clown is serious
He'll let his circus take the town
Blaming folk to hide from view
The damage that he'd do
A co-orporation in all but name
An oligarchic coup
But to him it's
Just a f*cking game