I want a Punk Rock President
Who listens to loud music
And screams when he’s angry
Or cries
Because it’s cathartic
Because he’s so frustrated with the state of the union
And he tries to bring change, REAL change
He knows that change is power, change is a voice
And we’re not gonna sit on our haunches anymore
I want a Punk Rock President
Who reminds the government that it can stick a big black COCK up its ASS
If that’s what the people tell it to do
Who remembers that democracy is just organized anarchy
And that if you don’t like the way things are being done you can do something
You can stand up on stage and steal the microphone
Because you have power, REAL power
Not the watered-down version boxed and sold by old white men who are rich
Who have wives who don’t shave their pussies
Who have wives that they don’t fuck
Who write laws that fill their pockets and line their coffins with gold
Instead of doing anything to help the youth that they’ve forgotten
The youth that they’re not a part of anymore
In the country where they’re going to die
I want a President who knows that I’m sick and tired of being broke
And young
Being told what to think by people who say I don’t know how the world works
And being wrong at every turn
A President who isn’t afraid to say FUCK the rules, FUCK the partisan BULLSHIT
And doesn’t suck the COCK of the constituents
Who doesn’t have to wear a suit and tie every day because he’s not
A used-car salesman, he’s not a game show host
He’s the goddamn President
And doesn’t have a stylist to tell him what blue jeans they wear in the Heartland
Or an advisor telling him to speak in front of a Mission Accomplished banner
Before leaving our brothers and sons in the desert to swallow bullets and bombs
And he knows what it’s like to be in the trenches
He knows what it’s like to dig the graves
And raise your fists in the air, and howl at the sky
And collapse with grief
Who doesn’t speak a word about condolence or regret unless his hands are stained
With the still-drying blood of the bodies he buried
Who was there in New Orleans
Who was there in Haiti
Who was there in Thailand
And the floods, and the tsunamis
And who knows what it was like because he was drowning too
I want a Punk Rock President who isn’t afraid to be overthrown
Who doesn’t care about how many votes he gets
Or if he only serves one term, or half a term
Because he knows that being replaced doesn’t mean he did a bad job
But that there’s someone out there who can do it better
And that the system works, because the people have spoken
And gotten what they want
And in the meantime he tries to give everyone what they need
Or some reasonable expectation thereof
And doesn’t make promises he can’t keep
Doesn’t make promises at all
But still believes in a More Perfect Union
I want a Congress that doesn’t kick up its heels and fuss
Over the color of the President’s skin or his political affiliation
Because he has no affiliation
Because it’s not two-sided, it’s many sided
It’s as many sides as there are voices yelling or hands in the air
Calling to arms, calling for change
A Congress who remembers and hasn’t forgotten
Remembers that absolute power corrupts absolutely
And money is the root of all evil
And I want a President who isn’t afraid to tell them that they’re wrong
In those words
YOU’RE WRONG
Because our children are more important than your bank accounts
You’re too old to know how it works anymore
And your privileged life means nothing to the silent armies of
The underprivileged
I want a Punk Rock President
Because I’m proud to be an American
Not because the terrorists killed our innocents
And our innocence
But because everything we hate we can do something about if we try hard enough
We can kill the system that holds us back
Instead of just killing the pain
I want a President who is willing to tear down the walls of America
Brick by brick and splinter by splinter
And rebuild it, rebuild the way it’s supposed to be
The way we want it to be
Because he listens when we SAY how it SHOULD be
We are young and we have power
We DO know how the world works, or how it SHOULD work
And we remember what it’s like to fight and kick and scream
To fall in love
To fuck, and to cum, and to fuck again
And to say exactly what’s on our minds in no uncertain terms
Because we don’t care about your etiquette
We care about each other and that’s all that really matters
We have dreams, and we believe
And we pierce ourselves and draw lines under our skin
And listen to our music, and break bottles
And split our lips, and cut our wrists because
This is Youth and
This is Catharsis and
This is America and
We are in Love and we are in Hate
And we have a Voice
And that’s pretty fucking Punk Rock if you ask me.
