The Look on Your Face

Sally’s on the sofa; she couldn’t sleep again
Noshing on Nightline and sucking on CNN
Talking heads telling tall tales and making her cranium shrivel
With second-grade syllogisms and mindless Manichean drivel
Well, Sally couldn’t believe all the things they said
The blatant deception made her face turn red
The only thing running through her head
Was “I wish I could see you when you’re dead, ‘cause

I’d love to see the look on your face (x3)
On your first day in hell”

Sally sat sullen, saddened by what she saw
Dictators for democracy, living above the law
Forget the Constitution; don’t you know we’re at war?
We’re the ones in charge here; that’s what we’re fighting for
Well, do you really believe that what you say is true?
And you can say what would Jesus do?
I think you’ll find when the rent comes due
That he’s got a big surprise for you

CHORUS

They get so impatient when we make a fuss
Be a good American and show some blind trust
It really isn’t torture as long as it’s done by us

Sally sat silent and tried to figure why
So many decent people had gone and bought the lie
Well, Sally clenched her teeth and screamed inside
At truth distorted and facts denied
When he looked her in the face and lied
She pointed her finger and replied

CHORUS