Lyrics

All the blessings of liberty you ignore
You sold the people the promise of more
You'd serve your child's head on a plate
If you knew there was more money you could take

How's a draft dodger a patriot
Who took a fortune and turned it to shit
A con man he'll always be
A wannabe dictator, a wannabe king

Hey you, the great gaslighter
Using division as the igniter
Hey you, loudmouth inciter
You're no match for this street fighter

Mother Nature has shown her pain
With fire, wind, death and rain
Your need for power, greed, wrath and lust
Will turn this earth into dirt and dust

They won't be kind to you in the history books
You and your cronies just fucking crooks
Your followers in a cult
Laughed at by all the people you insult

Hey you, the great gaslighter
Using division as the igniter
Hey you, loudmouth inciter
You're no match for this street fighter
You're no match for this street fighter