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Robert the Fifth (and the election of the 44th President)
by Fur Trader
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He's simple, I'm glad he hates the wars and he hates
The great-great-great Grandfather question
He's sitting in my living room with a black girl
Chewing toothpicks from a silver case
He speaks in grave formalities, asks for help
They need help getting secrets out
So break some fingers, pull some strings
Make it quick and pass it to the paperman
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said goodbye to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said
"We won the vote"
He's marrying a black girl don't you know it
He's pacing out in my front yard a drink
Or maybe twenty when the states report
She's speaking of a tiny face beneath
A swollen sweatshirt she points to
Don't worry man, we'll win the wars
And all will be forgiven when the votes come in
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said fuck all to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said
"We won the vote"
The baby's due in April don't you know it
He's simple, I'm glad he hates the wars and he hates
The great-great-great Grandfather question
He's sitting in my living room with a black girl
Chewing toothpicks from a silver case
He speaks in grave formalities, asks for help
They need help getting secrets out
So break some fingers, pull some strings
Make it quick and pass it to the paperman
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said goodbye to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said
"We won the vote"
He's marrying a black girl don't you know it
He's pacing out in my front yard a drink
Or maybe twenty when the states report
She's speaking of a tiny face beneath
A swollen sweatshirt she points to
Don't worry man, we'll win the wars
And all will be forgiven when the votes come in
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said fuck all to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said
"We won the vote"
The baby's due in April don't you know it
