To DUer Atticus, if you're still out there

[Brother Buzz]

20. Brilliant, Atticus!

Lyrics by Atticus of the Democratic Underground


They skipped the Constitution
And befouled the marble floor
TV coverage made me sick
The crowd called out for more
The mob was pressing harder
The police were held at bay
When the Capitol cried out "Help us!"
The White House turned away
chorus:
And so it was that later
Stephen Miller told his tale
And Trump's face, at first just pasty,
Turned a whiter shade of fail.

He said, “T’is not the season,
“To be coming after me”
But the evidence was obvious
We couldn’t let it be.
One of sixteen prosecutions
Whose verdicts will leave him toast
And though cases are still open
They might as well be closed
Chorus:
And so we’re hoping that later
When he’s rotting in his jail
His face without access to makeup
Turns a whiter shade of fail

They had abandoned reason
And truth and decency
So they wandered through the hallowed halls
Of our democracy
Not Patriots but traitors
They'd hoped to hang Mike Pence
Puppets all, they could not see
The Big Lie made no sense
Chorus:
And so it was that later
As he grifted to raise bail
Trump's face at first just pasty
Turned a whiter shade of fail