It's a barrage of violence, sickness and shame You struggle for your living and you're paying with pain I read of the poor, and the women and the victims to blame For the collapse of the country again and again They're checking all the people In all their holes Whips and lashes and cuts back To double standards, backhanders It's a grey desolate country But we're glorious again He's peeling his banana while roasting your nuts You've got to get your gums around his plums He's going to modify your attitude And customize your crawl With the muck he prints He's got to us all