When you're traversing beds,
Discovering treasures that are not there,
For hours and hours on end,
When protesters born in another land,
Beaten at the White House,
As a cam'ra shot sent back to Turkey,
To remind the world just who is the mouse?
A useless gesture appropriated,
Yes, that is what I said,
We keep talking about needing to talk,
Of saying boo,
Well, that's just what they want!
While they manufacture their own consent,
We don't fight back 'cause we're convinced we can't.