(Verse 1) Another sunrise, another groan The world wakes up and checks the phone From Tokyo to Tennessee We share a collective fantasy We scan the headlines, skip the sports Ignore the weather and the court reports Just looking for that one headline To signal that it’s closing time. (Chorus) Is he dead yet? Is it done? Has the final hour won? Did the cheeseburgers do the deed? Did the universe plant a peaceful seed? Every morning, every night We pray for that eternal light To dim the neon, orange glow And end the worst reality show. (Verse 2) The master of the golden scheme The living nightmare, not a dream A century of grift and lies And classified documents under the skies He sold the country by the pound And left a trail of chaos 'round A supreme cartoon of criminal greed The virus that we didn't need. (Chorus) Is he dead yet? Is it done? Has the final hour won? Did the cheeseburgers do the deed? Did the universe plant a peaceful seed? Every morning, every night We pray for that eternal light To dim the neon, orange glow And end the worst reality show. (Bridge) He thinks he’ll live to 105 Sustained by grievance, kept alive By pure, unadulterated spite And tanning beds in the dead of night An evil idiot on a throne of dust In a broken system we used to trust The Grim Reaper’s taking way too long To sing this final, parting song. (Guitar Solo - chaotic, frantic, ending in a sudden, hopeful silence) (Verse 3) We go to bed and say our prayers From penthouse suites to basement stairs "Please let tomorrow bring the news That cancels out this endless blues" No more caps lock, no more trials Just endless, joyful, global smiles. (Outro) Not yet? Damn. Maybe tomorrow. Check again. Is he dead yet? We wait... And wait... And wait.
