Pass the butter, hand the bread
Don’t be dramatic -- nobody is dead
Carve the turkey, open the booze
But switch the channel if it is news
Sprinkle the pepper, pour the sauce
Swallow cheese with the pain and the loss
Just because the leaves turn gold
And there was a feast in days of old
A man on a pedestal flaunts his crown
Reduces an empire to a ghost town
We apparently love him -- it’s been reported
A toast to that, before we get deported
Close the curtains, god, what a racket
That officer’s gun is not in his jacket
Just another man screaming for his life
Grab the remote, mute his strife
Eat your vegetables, sip your brew
Gays in prison don’t get what you do
Drink that water, like your mother said
God knows what’s in it, other than lead
So what if that burger is dipped in car grease?
Can’t someone let us just eat in peace?
Our hunger for denial, thirst for more time
Just a few more seconds of joy and prime
When it’ll be us, just like everyone said,
Someone else shall pass the butter, hand the bread