Evan - Nuke or Stab Wound?/Nuke Lyrics

Onto the next one

19 months from now, we'll all know
Who'll be the next president after Barack goes
I'm finally at least 18 years old
You know what that means? In this election, I get to vote
What kinda options do we have
Beyond my edge of 17 is coming fast
A wife, and a well-known rich dude
Everyone hates both of them. But regardless, I gotta choose
Who will we get

Which president are we gonna get
Which president are we gonna get
Are we gonna get a nuke or will it be a stab wound
Which president are you gonna choose

One seems superficial and the other acts rude
Oh my my my, this will be hard to choose
One's known for insults. The other, digital mail
And either one could be on their way to jail
I could vote third party; they seem to care
But the power that they need just isn't there
A thought just occurred, I'll share with you
But Oh snap, I gotta pay my college dues
(Whoo. Just in time. I was late for being early)

Apparently, this is what it means to be free
I got fake people showing fake news to me
We ain't taking one side, we don't mean no harm
Try to tell me that I'm off, when I know you are
Idk if you are, but I know you might be
While both sides are sticking to their guns, they squeeze
All the "otherness" out, so you're solely a cell
And the gun is fixed, and you aimed at yourself

Which president are we gonna get
Which president are we gonna get
Are we gonna get a nuke or will it be a stab wound
Which president are you gonna choose

Which president are we gonna get (Hurry up, now, Hurry up, now)
Which president are we gonna get (Hurry up, now, Hurry up, now)
A wife, or a well-known rich dude (Hurry up, now, Hurry up, now)
Which president are you gonna choose (Hurry up, now, Hurry up, now)

And the new president-elect of the United States is
Mr. Nuke

I hear them say that 'I Thought I'd never see the day'
They all thought the wife would put him in his place
November 9, 2016 -- what a day
So many tears from my friends in LGBT

Now half of the country is thinking 'bout leaving town
As well as secession, the Constitution's still around
Nuke is now the pilot of this plane on which we fly
We must at least root for him; he crashes, and we all die

Mr. Nuke, Please don't leave. This is home
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on! Oh oh
Mr. Nuke, this country, no it ain't gone
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on

I know that they weren't anybody's first choice
But as people, we should make a note to be noice
Can't rain on my parade, even if my shirt's moist
Won't let a president keep me from my Rolls-Royce

We shouldn't decline support because of how he speaks
If you don't respect him, then at least respect the seat
For you and me, it's honestly, not time to stick to guns
The US P said Unity; the battle will be won

Mr. Nuke, Please don't leave. This is home
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on! Oh oh
Mr. Nuke, this country, no it ain't gone
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on

Mr. Nuke, Please don't leave. This is home
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on! Oh oh
Mr. Nuke, this country, no it ain't gone
Mr. Nuke, nuke, let's cheer him on

Lift him up, just like a