Thick Line Songtext
von Anthony Savino

it′s not like he wouldn't survive
he could still get a job at a chain restaurant
and make all of his payments on time
crack off-color jokes with his close-minded friends

it′s not like he wouldn't be fine
the weather is fair for educated white men
who violate rights and deny any fault
through crocodile tears on the stand


so they gave him the seat after all
after stalling a week to let the fury die down
no surprise what will be his first call
try to dictate to women what their bodies are for

it's a thick line
and it′s thicker than ever this time
we throw baseballs and apple pies
across the street
drop the flag at my feet
while the president sleeps under six feet of gold

the circling drones
the devil below
keep watch on the smiling man in the robe