Tell our mothers not to cry no more
Peace and love songs done it all
Tell our sisters not to fight no more
Someone just posted an App for that on the Apple store

Now we never ask why
Except when the old phone’s battery dies
Or when we’re bingeing and the streaming stalls
On account of a hurricane’s eye getting awfully close

Tell our mothers ...

Now we never ask how
They’ve drained the swamp but still we drowned alive
In a sewer called “Great Again”
Run by an arse for his own gain

We just stare at the screen
Not even wondering where the hell have we been
Our Facebook page clearly reflects
A player’s lifestyle, come place your bets

Tell our mothers ...

Yes, It’s the Art of the Deal
Just tell me your last name, Amigo, as I swing for the kill
The Man says: “you’re fired”, “get off my field”
And on your way out
Don't forget to pay for my book at the till

Tell our mothers ...

So incognito we stroll
Where barely legal seductresses troll
NSA’s got exit nodes and all
Still we put our faith in the God of Tor

Snowden and Julian are holding the torch
Like cattle for slaughter, we’re grazed on the porch
Who cares where's the embassy, it’s boom now or bust
Trump is our boy, let’s go burn a cross!

Tell our mothers not to cry no more
Peace and love songs done it all
Tell our sisters not to fight no more
Someone just posted an App for that on the Apple store

Tell our brothers not to come back home
Soon there’ll be a draft note by the door
Go tell our father’s graves what you already know
White man’s coming back for your soul