I started this second verse
Watching the television, George Bush’s talk terse
But thankfully now, his ass is locked out
Not for war crimes-his time was up; no need to pout
Economy tumbling, jobs being lost, haters lurking more than ever
Politicians looking like they lied never
And we’re still sitting here, time already gone
But just try this song
Some people tell me to speed the beat
Some others say it needs more heat
But I think we need to lessen that
Try something new; Big Boi tried the hat
But pass it around, because time is a precious thing
Especially when the doorbell starts to ring
Because when you open that door, and see the ambition
I’m not talking about beliefs; nothing to do with religion
But see here because that light might blind you
But you already know what to do
Your time is here, so stop waiting
Stop that thing some call baiting
Your fish is caught, reel it in
I’m not talking about innocent sin
Waiting isn’t good, because tomorrow’s already started
That job you wanted—it’s already darted
It’s already there in someone else’s hands
Whether in an office employee or someone in the bands
Obama’s already started us off
Some disagree, grin, and cough
But I’m saying stop the criticizing, because he’s only one man
And while you’re the hater, try being a fan
Admire him, stand up
Instead of drinking your own life out of a cup
Because today’s world moves fast
And with the economy tumbling, you better get your damn mast
Start sailing, start fishing, start learning, get a job
Instead of avoiding that knob
Because that door could be anywhere; I don’t care
I don’t know your age, I don’t know your potential, I don’t dare
Only you know, and you alone.
So hardcore republicans, stop the Al Capone
McCain lost, Obama won, get over it
And instead weigh your opinion with Obama over a fit
Because he will listen, he will hear
Whether over a dinner, formal session, or beer
I’m not saying he’ll listen to lobbyists, or idiots with the only ambition of money
Because he’s a different page in politicians, those previous who have gone runny
You’re not a runny egg, you’re not a greasy piece of bacon
You’re the idiotic politician who we’ve mistaken.
I’m not making jokes; I’m not using racial terms
All I’m saying is, if you can’t listen, it’s your turn to burn.