Steps so light and fancy free
Curls bouncing innocently
She dances on the Senate floor.
She dances as we cry for more.
Marie Antoinette of the American Southwest
She says, "Let them sell stocks!" (A senator knows best)
Blood on the floor.
Shit on the walls.
That's a normal day for some of y'all.
She gets jiggy with it.
Spotlight feels so right when you're stealing it.
Blood in the hallways.
A flag in disgrace.
Let her dance! Let her dance!
Like spit in your face!
Her executives hoot, howl, and make it rain.
Who knew you could feel this good amidst so much pain?
There's death on the doorstep.
Lives lost to insanity.
But let her dance. Just let her dance!
In this moment of pure American vanity.