The Chase
No more dawdling
No more spinning the top
No more jogging around the bend
This is where it stops
This is where the bullshit ends
You’ve been yanking my chain too long
Even when you’re right you’re wrong
People are sick and tired and dying
While you’re still singing the same old song
Now you want a war with Iran
Now you want a new war on drugs
Go home to your beloved Mar a Lago
Go bury your head in the Florida sand
Play a round of golf and make your stand
Spend time tweeting on your mobile phone
Just go your way and leave us all alone
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