(With apologies to Steve Barri, P.F. Sloan and Barry McGuire)

Our America, it is explodin’,

Pandemic flarin’, vaccine untaken.

We pay ’em to work, but keep ’em from votin’.

You didn’t fight our wars, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?

And even our Capitol, has cops a dying’.

But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,

Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.