The week ebbs out in sunsets
from sea to plastic sea.
The government is broken.
Goodnight democracy.
Tomorrow there’ll be riots
and looted goods for free.
Who knows what side the police are on?
Goodnight democracy.
Elections have been rendered null
by mass duplicity.
The voters are now in the street.
Goodnight democracy.
There’s broken glass and smoking grass
from Maine to Kankakee.
The rich can cover their own ass.
The poor more likely flee.
Quite soon they’ll seal the borders,
bring in artillery.
Who’ll give or obey orders?
Goodnight democracy.
There hasn’t been a scene like this
since Boston dumped its tea.
It’s either mountain or abyss.
Goodnight democracy.
