how they all just hated him,
with swastikas on the wall
As years went by and boats arrived,
he heard the new tides call
He threw Patrician arms out wide,
We could all be forgiven for asking,
how did it ever come to this?
It's all of the leaders scratching claw,
Now we've got onion eating,
Flying round the world to boast,
we're the best at being cruel
So when the page is turned,
Let's race towards the bottom
you wouldn't make up all those
Write this guy believable
Don't give him orange skin
Don't make that skin so thin
No one will believe in this baby man
To tweet us all to oblivion
we don't want to be caught
And this race towards the bottom,
what do we think we'll find?
This race towards the bottom,
what if we can't get back again?
walls are getting steeper
This hole in our heart getting darker
we don't want to be caught
It's race towards the bottom
It's race towards the bottom
It's race towards the bottom