Lyrics by John Pio
Music by Colin Peterson

It seems the fate of nations
is driven by temptation
to let the dogs out
to bury bones and secrets

It's rather disappointing
we find ourselves anointing
the lesser evil
we trade coin for morals

Do we find it strange?
we want to see the stain
but he feels our pain

It seems the fate of nations
is given to frustration
with intern willing
keep the oval office thrilling

We've turned our cheek on cheap shots
and dangled from our slipknots
we'll shovel fallout
we'll choke on bones and secrets

Yet we pay and pay
as he begs to stay
while he grins unscathed

It seems the fate of nations
is driven by temptation
to let the dogs out
to bury bones and secrets

We've turned our cheek on cheap shots
and dangled from our slipknots
we'll shovel fallout
we'll choke on bones and secrets

Yet we pay and pay
as he begs to stay
while he grins unscathed

It's clear the end has come
the truth has been undone
with one slip of the tongue
am I the only one?