Blood is red Snow is white Water is wet And truth is light
Elvis is dead Day follows night In a sauna you sweat Fraught with trauma you might
Truth is or it isn’t and can hardly be plural The point is to find it brooking no demurral To cut through the sh*t and corner the conclusive Let truth be our holy writ, no matter how elusive
Calling up Orwell to draw the line on fiction On fantasy, fables, and wormy superstition On pie in the sky and pious illusions Oh Lord, give us science and cogent conclusions
Some roses are red Some violets are blue Some friends call me Ted And one calls me Minou
The ice caps are melting and sea levels rising And Trump gets way too much free advertising
Jerk’s a callow cretin a-cheatin’ and polarizing And the debasement of his base is mesmerizing
Here’s me getting up on my high horse There’s you lost in a drawn-out divorce From fact-based reality as you’re disagreeing With what your eyes tell you they are now seeing
With what your ears say has been said And what your brain would know if it weren’t dead
Some states are red Others true blue But now our daily bread Is spread with lies in orange hue
There were not “fine people on both sides” in Charlottesville And if he ever gets his dumbass wall, Mexico won’t pay the bill A Pinocchio of the people and a dumbass Putin puppet He misleads like he breathes and his dumbass faithful love it
