P.F. Sloan wrote this in 1965 at age 19. Needed an update. Using my best Barry McGuire impression to convey contemporary nearly-post-democratic terrors.
They’re bannin’ the books, now it’s tweets they’re quotin’
We live for fear and hate, and that’s how we’re votin’
And the Jordan River has even more bodies floatin’
But the daily news is all sugar-coatin’
And you tell me over and over and over again
My friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
Our democracy was always made for the rich
Now it’s fallin’ all around us, payback’s a bitch
Take a look around you boy,
it’s bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
In a fascist buffoon seduction
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’
When human respect is disintegratin’
One lone Bernie Sanders can’t pass legislation
This Magaverse is just a wee bit frustratin’
When the leader’s not leadin’, he’s just dictatin’
With the courts and the Congress, they’re checkmatin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We need a third reconstruction
Elon may leave here for four days in space
Wish he wouldn’t return to wreck this place
As the world tries to warn us
Of our pride and disgrace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
That there’ll be a mass abduction
And you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction