Night has fallen on America
What we think is the sun rising
Is pure illusion
The earth has stopped spinning
America’s voters have ganged up on it
Pushing hard together against its spin
Pushing hard to reverse it the way Superman did
To bring us back to that greatness of the past
Oh joy! When the poor can go without medical care!
Oh happy days! When men can grab women’s crotches!
Oh the ecstasy! When facts no longer matter!
Oh joy of segregation! Hallelujah!
Oh happy days of pollution! Praise be to the Almighty!
Oh the ecstasy of prayer in public schools! Sing to Him a new song!
I hear Sieg Heil and see him raise his hand in that unforgettable salute.