MacDonald’s uniform swasticas aren’t stitched to perfection
And the leader of the pack has fallen to corruption
What do you want me to do, what do you want me to say
I’ll make you think, something you’re not used to

Oh, baby I’ll take you just as far as your body guard let’s me

A Skin Complexion less than perfect,
Get the whip boys
We’ll hang the social butterfly from her broken wings
I don’t think you quite understand what we mean

If you’re not for us, than you’re against us,
And We’ll blow up your house

God Bless America’s Wallets