The Morning After

The Morning After

This is a tale of Days Future Past
If it comes true I'm gonna have to whop somebody's ass

Today is the morning after the election
And I'm sitting here pondering on reflection

They said that it would never happen in the land of The Red, White & Blue
But I'm here to tell you that it's true

I'm sitting here with and erection
Because Obama won the fucking election

I'm watching his acceptance speech
Then all of a sudden I hear a loud screech

Somebody said RUN
Somebody said DUCK
McCain's got a gun
Now what the Fuck

He Pops off a round
Everybody hits the ground

Everybody's quiet as a church mouse
As McCain screams "THERE WILL NEVER BE A NIGGA IN THE WHITE HOUSE"

The Secret Service just stands still
My stomach starts rumbling and I start to feel ill

McCain starts walking to the stage
you can see that he's so full of rage

He says "My friend I can't let you win.
Because I have to bring back Reaganomics again"

He says " I don't want to have to shoot you,
But I don't know what else to do"

He points his gun at Obama's head
Somebody's gonna end up dead

The blast rings out quite loud
There's horror on the face of the crowd

McCain is lying on the floor dead
Michelle pulled out a .22 and shot him in the head

This isn't a tale of Natural Selection
It's just a vision of what might happen the morning after the election.

(c) Nored Production 2008