Lyrics There's A Tumor In The White House - Dan Mangan

There's A Tumor In The White House

There’s a tumor in the White House
There’s a blowhard at the gate
Chokeholders in the squad car
Bootlickers on parade
There’s a tumor in the White House
It’s getting bigger every day
Chest puffers on the TV
Always got so much to say
So if you buyin' what they’re sellin'
But some part of you remains
Go on and call your friend Llewellyn
Maybe he feels the same
And if you’re tired of the peril
The rhetoric and the shame
Go on and call your old aunt Carol
Maybe it’s not too late
'Cause there’s a tumour in the White House
There’s a fascist at the bank
Flag wavers in the court house
Why do assholes get their way?
So if you’ve eaten the mythology
And now you’ve got a belly ache
Go on and call your old friend Dorothy
Maybe she feels the same
And if you’re tired of the peril
The bullshit and the hate
Go on and call your uncle Darryl
Maybe it’s not too late
Maybe it’s not too late
I hope it’s not too late