Octogenarian Octagon

America was supposed to turn 250 this year. One man turned it into his own 80th birthday party instead: a cage fight on the people's lawn, a beer sponsor, party lights bright enough to blind a pilot on approach, and a twelve-thousand-dollar coin with his face on one side and We the People on the other. Lyrics:South Lawn's got a ninety-foot clawEighty-seven-foot cage where the rose garden wasBud Light logos on every wallMonster Energy sign bigger than GodSeventy-nine going on eightyTurns the whole country into his birthday partyPay-per-view, eight-ninety-nine a monthWhile pilots scream "I can't see the runway, cunt!"They said it was America's two-fiftyBut it's just one old man and his UFC griftCommodores bailed, Young MC dippedVanilla Ice is the only one left on the shipOCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!His face on the coin, We the People on the back!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Autopen signed it, he was too busy to sign!You turned the Mall into a parking lot brawlAnd called it freedom, you senile asshole!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Happy birthday to you, America's gone!Ring girls in flag bikinis on Flag DayViolating federal code in the most American way"Respect the flag!" they screamed for ten years straightNow it's ass cheeks and stars on the Octagon Girls stageCrypto dot com and Bud Light holding handsTKO stock in the president's pantsSixty million dollars, seven agencies deepWhile North Carolina can't afford to show up and weepThey starved the real commission, funneled the cashTo a cage fight and a coin with his face on the stashEleven-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nineFor a chunk of gold that's worth half that timeOCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!His face on the coin, We the People on the back!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Autopen signed it, he was too busy to sign!You blinded the pilots over Reagan at nightSixty-seven died there, but the lights were too bright!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Happy birthday to you, America's gone!Jane Fonda's eighty-eight throwing a real showPatti Smith, Bette Midler, five thousand rooms saying NOWhile you're in a chair watching men grapple for cashOn ground soaked in marches and blood from the pastThey tore up the reflecting pool like it was nothingMade the Washington Monument your corporate backdropYou wanted your name on the Kennedy Center tooJudge said "scrape it off" and thirty-five thousand cheered while it flewOCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!We the People are watching you lose!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Your grift's showing, motherfucker, choose!Bud Light cage, Monster sign, coin made of shameStates walked out, musicians bailed, only the grifters remained!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!This ain't a birthday, this is a con!OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!We're burning it down before the next one!Happy two hundred and fifty, you geriatric clownThe cage comes down MondayBut the receipts? They're staying around.OCTOGENARIAN OCTAGON!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/we-saw-the-devil-unfiltered-political-analysis--4433638/support.Website: http://www.wesawthedevil.comPatreon: http://www.patreon.com/wesawthedevilDiscord: https://discord.gg/X2qYXdB4Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/WeSawtheDevilInstagram: http://www.instagram.com/wesawthedevilpodcast.