Have you cleaned the confetti yet From the low-bar parade That you still, somehow, celebrate? Cuz the kids are still caged And the ocean's ablaze Yet you still go on as if Mission Accomplished The enemy of my enemy Could never be my friend Get me the fuck out of this tent With what little decency I have left The party's over Almost took you at your word While you waited on hors d'oeuvres, That you'd come off of the sidelines But care was just another gimmick You consumed till you felt finished Your team won, thats enough You're satisfied Until you see solidarity As more than a seasonal hobby Get me the fuck out of this tent With what little time I have left The party's over Lucky you, lucky you The luxury of the phew The Luxury of the phew When the crosshairs not on you That greedy exhales gotten stale Don't you say? As you're chanting USA We cant agree to disagree With ignorance so damn deadly Get me the fuck out of this tent With what little hope that I have left The party's over