Verse 1 (Jason)
In a world filled with the routine,
We sleepwalk through life like it’s a dream.
It’s mindless and oh so mundane.
Each day and the next is the same.

We all need a time to escape
From the tedious and inane.
We need to find the moments that make
The dopamine rush to the brain.

Life’s monotonous and boring
You’re nodding off and you’re snoring
It’s more than enough to drive you insane, to drive you insane.
We need to be more excited,
More intrigued, more delighted.
We’re downright desperate to be entertained, to be entertained
(Company) Turn it up!

(Company) Turn it up!

(Company) Turn it up!

Verse 2  (Jason)
We are here on election day
The conditions are just right
We’ve prepared this stage in such a way
To promote a partisan fight!

Blue chairs for the left, red for the right
Purple for the folks in between.
Some folks are brilliant, some not so bright.
Some polite, and some downright mean.

Socialists and the super woke
Fight neocon and alt right folks.
We’re gonna set off fireworks tonight!
(Company) Turn it up!

Chorus (Jason)

Cue the music, the lights and the vibes

(Company) Turn it up!

Bring the passion, the  heat from the tribes

(Company) Turn it up!

Bring the rhythms, the beats, and then  

Hold onto your seats, my friends.

We’ll take you on the ride of your lives.

(Company) Turn it up! 

Bridge (Jason)
Ten panelists, each one a small slice
Numbered one through ten moving left to right
It’s our political spectrum. Now it’s time to select some
Folks t air their affairs. Let’s put some butts in chairs.

Seats four through seven  are mild mannered centrists.
The engineers, teachers, the soccer moms, and dentists.
Smart and tolerant, even-tempered as well.
In other words,they’re boring as hell.

Seat three on the left, seat  eight on the right
Are partisans, but not battle scarred.
They’re calm, but passionate and willing to fight,
But that’s only if their buttons are pushed real hard.

Seat two on the left and nine on the right
Are pure hardliners, both cut and dried
For these two tribal zealots, the greatest delight
Is engaging the other side.

Seat one and seat ten, the feisty extremes
Vitriolic, if a tad slow
These low brow firebrand misfits on each team
Will turn this set into a show!

Chorus (Jason)

Cue the music, the lights and the vibes

(Company) Turn it up!

Bring the passion, and heat from the tribes

(Company) Turn it up!

Bring the rhythms, the beats, and then  

Hold onto your seats, my friends

We’ll tke you on the ride of your lives. 

(Company) Turn it up! 

Verse 1 (Cristy)

On Tuesday duing normal working hours

How do we the people flex people power?

Whether centrist, alt right or woke.

Go put on your coat.

Make it happen with your vote.

It’s the founding fathers’ intentions

In the words that they mention

In every volume that they wrote

That all of your bold interventions, 

Agreements, dissentions

Be embodied by your vote.

Make it happen.

Verse 2 (Clara)

How do we protect our democracy?

Prevent an autocracy? 

And keep threats of tyranny remote

The success of our nation

Demands participation

Of each and every passanger in this boat.

To chart your destination

Grab a paddle and station.

Make it happen with your vote!

Make it happen

Verse 3 (Clayton)

How do you honor our forefathers’ dreams

Through rough tempest seas or temperate streams/

How do you keep freedom’s promise afloat?

You make it happen.

After much deliberation

And keen consideration   

We choose our leaders and we hope

That they ascend to their station,  

Deliver inspiration.  

You make it happen with your vote.

Bridge (Cristy)

You want things to change

Or  just stay the same.

You’re given a choice

Go send out your voice. 

You want things to change

Or  just stay the same.

You’re given a choice

Go send out your voice. 

You want things to change

Or  just stay the same.

You’re given a choice

Go send out your voice. 

You want things to change

Or stay the same.

For each and every passenger in this boat.

Verse 4(Craig)

We choose the free world’s new leader today.

So it’s Hilary or Donald J.

The difference is stark, so take note.

Don’t leave it to chance.

Go and vote.

Go and vote.

(Cristy) You want things to change

Or  just stay the same.

You’re given a choice

Go send out your voice. 

You want things to change

Or  just stay the same.

You’re given a choice

Go send out your voice. 

You want things to change

Or just stay the same.

(All) You make it happen with your vote!

Verse 1 (Rachel)
Today we fight – to maintain our traditions,
Defend what’s right – our values and religion.
We fight for family, for god and country,
For Jesus and for right to life.

(Florence) 

Not quite!

Today we fight – to make real and lasting change,

Defend what’s right –  and keep freedom within range

For women, black and brown folks too      

And for L-G-B and T-and-Q.

Chorus (Frank and Florence)
When the stakes are runnin’ high
Every vote is do or die.
(Company: You go tribal!)
You stand tall and pick a side
For your county to survive.
(Company: You go tribal!)

Verse 2 (Frank)
Today we fight – to restore the days of old,

To make things right. – for the free, the brave, and the bold.

Reclaim thid land of ours from sea to sea,

This is God’s gift to you and me.

(Lamar)

Nah.

Today we fight – to keep on making progress,

And reignite – the fight for equal justice. 

Today we right the transgressions of the past 

So we can all be free at last.

Chorus (Lamar) 

Oh when the stakes are runnin’ high

Every vote is do or die.

(Company: You go tribal)

You stand up tall and pick a side

For your county to survive.

(Company: You go tribal!) 

Bridge(Rachel, Lamar, Frank, Florence, Craig, Clara) 

The power of tribe can’t be denied

When collective force of will is applied.

(Clayton)

Now going tribal may get battles won

But go too far and it’s all undone

When rivalry turns to hate for some

Only hate survives.

(Cristy)

What we need to know is everyone

Wants freedom, love and some time in the sun.

We’re all just human when the day is done

Members of one single tribe!

Verse 3 (Eric) 

Nope!

Today we fight – to reinstate our nation. 

Our founders were white – you’re not in the declaration.

It’s our birthright and our destiny

For our white Christian progeny.

(Elaine) 

Uh uh.

Today we fight – the neo-Nazi scumbags

The privileged right – that wave their thin-blue-line flags.

Fight the Bible thumpin’, oil pumpin’, rifle humpin’ Donald Trumpin’

Folks just so damned out of touch

And these centrists who smile way too much.

Chorus (Company) 

Oh when the stakes are runnin’ high

Every vote is do or die.

You go tribal

You stand up tall and pick a side

For your county to survive.

You go tribal! 

Your county to survive.

You go tribal! 

Your county to survive.

 You go tribal! 

Intro (Frank)

Hillary Clinton, President of the United States? 

Oh, hell no!

Chorus 

(Frank) She plans, she plots she wheels she deals,

Pushing a lot of left-wing ideals,

But always conceals what she really feels.

Ambition in a pant suit and heels.

(Florence) Yeah, she plans, she plots she wheels she deals,

But does it to advance very noble ideals

With experience, moxie, and righteous zeal.

Ambition in a pant suit and heels.

Verse 1 (Frank)

She’s the evil empress of feminist pride,

Entitled, bossy, sinister, snide.

Shady since the nineties when her lawyer friend died,

But the rules don’t apply, she got the FBI

Claiming that his death was just a suicide.  

It all seemed fishy, she had something to hide.

So she did what she always does – she lied.

Verse 2 (Frank)

Fast forward to Bengazi where her people tried

Protecting our embassy, but four of them died  

Waiting for security she failed to provide.

That’s negligence she can’t brush aside.

And then you got the issue that can never be denied,

Destroying all the emails that she tried to hide,

Setting all the documentation rules aside,

Even for the emails  labeled classified.

Verse 3 (Frank)

She’s taking everybody in this country for a ride.

I’ll never understand it and I’m frankly horified

How it is all you libs would actually decide

To give Bill Clinton and his scary-ass bride

Of Frankenstein a pass getting back inside 

The White House where no doubt they will preside,

She the boss Bonnie to his womanizing Clyde,

Spreading their incredible corruption far and wide.

I heard she looks to the devil as her guide,

Kidnapping kids, innocent and teary-eyed,

Sexually abusing them until they’re traumatized,

Cooking and eating ’em up with French fries.

If she becomes president, justice dies.

 Chorus (Eric)

She plans, she plots, she wheels, she deals,

Pushing a lot of left-wing ideals,

But always conceals what she really feels.

Ambition in a pant suit and heels.

Verse 4 (Florence)

Good lord, your perception of the world is skewed.

You gotta do better with the sources that you choose

For information you use to shape your views.

Breitbart, Daily Wire, and  Fox News

Are places where reality and reason lose.

Truth, facts, and honesty are constantly abused,

Like claiming Hillary steals kids for sex and food?  

Colluding with the devil, don’t mean to be rude,

But that’s some batshit cray-cray you just spewed.

(Frank) Did you say batshit cray-cray I just spewed?

(Florence) Yep, that’s some batshit cray-cray-you just spewed.

 Verse 5 (Florence)

Hillary by far is the best candidate

With a boss resume you can’t replicate.   

Two terms as first lady, simply first rate.

As New York senator, proved she was great.     

Was top notch as secretary of state,

Then kicked Trumps ass in all three debates.

 Lamar, help me out, cuz.

Verse 6 (Lamar)

Oh Flo for sho, you got to know

Your boy Lamar is ret to go.

Now let’s discuss Trump so we’re not confused

About whose bad behavior we can’t excuse.

Starting with his bigotry and racist views,

He stereotypes women, blacks, and Jews.

The list of virtues he lacks includes

Honor, self-control, and rectitude.

A draft dodging, selfish, and reckless dude,

Contractors, bankers, and lawyers accuse

Him of being a deadbeat – won’t pay his dues.

Through incompetence and capital misuse

Went bankrupt four-times by 1992.

Spent years marinating in the tabloid news.     

Cheating on his wives like nothing to lose,   

With 25 women claiming sexual abuse.

Verse 7 (Lamar)

He’s scandalous and corrupt through and through.

Everymove made is a con or a ruse

To feed his greed for more money to misuse.

King of scoundrels from his hair to his shoes.

Malignant clown we need to refuse 

And send back to the hole from which he oozed

Like a thick black odious con man’s brew,

Intoxicating his deplorable crews 

Of xenophobic dimwits with loose screws,

Christians, conservatives, and folks who choose

To vote for a man who plans to abuse 

Their trust because he doesn’t share their views.

Verse 8 (Florence)

Compared to Trump and his malevolent ways,
Hillary, even on her worst of days,
Still has virtues worth out praise.
Poised to astound, impress and amaze,
Motivate, lead, assess, and engage
From Oval Office to the world stage,
The best to reset and turn a new page.

Chorus (Various)

(Florence) She plans, she plots, she wheels she deals,

But does it to advance very noble ideals.

(Frank) Nope, she’s pushing a lot of left-wing ideals

But always conceals what she really feels.

(Florence) With experience, moxie, and righteous zeal

Ambition in a pantsuit and heels.

(Frank) Ambition in a pantsuit and heels.

(Florence and Lamar) Ambition, ha ha

Ambition, oh yeah,

(Florence and Frank) Ambition, ambition, ambition, ambition

Ambition, ambition, ambition, ambition

(All) Ambition in a pantsuit and heels.

Verse 1 (Florence)

From the moment of conception

A new  life is formed

That’s worthy of protection

Even though it’s not yet born

Unless it was conceived in violence 

Doomed to untold pain and strife 

(Frank: A life is still a life)

Or puts its mother’s life at stake

(Frank: None of this matters)

We have no right to end its life

Chorus (Florence)

Unborn babies are people too

We must protect their right to life.

Ending abortions from conception

With only  the rarest of exceptions

(Frank: Zero Exceptions)

Choosing life is Godly and right. 

Verse 2 (Florence)

Women should have their own voices,

Their own bodies, minds, and hearts,

Their own souls and their own choices,

And their own damned reproductive parts.

We get pregnant and give birth.

Yeilding to men is just absurd

Oh, we’ll let you chime in for what it’s worth

But women must have the final word.

Women  have the final word.

Chorus (Florence)

Women are people too

We must protect our right to choose.

Ending a pregnancy at any time

For any reason, any rhyme

We must stand up and fight or lose.

Verse 5 (Cristy)

We should start first by defining

Just what a person is,

Before we go assigning

Right to choose or right to live.

A person isa  body and a  mind

In a sentient blend

With conciousness and will combined,

And intent to live and transcend.

Intent to live and transcend.

Chorus (Cristy)

Women are people, that’s for sure,

Aware, driven, and more.

While we all have agency, intent, and thought

A fetus, quite honestly, does not

Through 22 weeks, and not before

Through 22 weeks

Bridge (Cristy)

Medical science has shown 

Before the 22-week milestone

A fetus’s brain

Cannot conceive pain,

And it can’t survive on its own.

It isn’t yet conscious or self-aware

It has no mind, no will, no care,

No costruct for strife,

No concept of life,

Not a thought or a want to share.

Verse 4 (Cristy)

Despite primal intuitions

That drive some folks to view

Aobrtion as a cruel decision

To reject and make taboo

For science and for freedom’s sake

Let women decide what to do

A choice that must be ours to make   

Unrestricted through week 22  

Unrestricted through week 22.

Chorus (Cristy and Clara)

Women are people too

We must protect our right to choose

T have an abortion without restriction

Through 22 weeks of gestation

Then require a good excuse.

Verse 1 (Frank)

You’re born either a girl or boy,

Just as the Lord endowed.

No do overs, buyer’s remorse,

And no exchanges allowed.

Gender’s not fluid, it’s set at birth,

And it reflects your sex.

Boys must be boys, and girls, they must be girls,

Just as the Lord expects.

Boys wear pants, play violent games,

And hang out with their crew.

While girls wear skirts, play dolls, bake cakes,

And do whatever else girls do.

Boys date girls when the time is right,

Get married, have kids, and thrive.

A family unit, led by a man and his wife,

Keeping tradition alive.

Chorus (Frank)

That’s God’s plan.

He knows what’s best,

But they want the option to change their sex.

They want the freedom to be cross-dressed.

They want the right to go marry same sex,

But that’s not enough. 

(Right) but that’s not enough

They want trans women to go compete

Against natural born women athletes.

So, former men, with their jacked physiques

Can go gloat over all the women they beat.

(Right) Thant’s not enough.

They want to push for laws to decree

That anyone can be a he or a she,

And all the good God-fearing people like me

Must accept this as how  it should be.

But that’s not enough.

(Florence) That’s right, not enough.

(Frank) It’s never enough for them.

(Florence) It’s never enough for us.

Verse 2 (Florence)

First off, all these self-righteous bigots don’t know God,  don’t know his plan.
They just bloviate and bullshit about things they don’t understand.
They try to dictate the rules of love, say who, what, how, and when.
They think that freedom only means freedom for people just like them.

Sexual expression and gender roles are not one size fits all.
What mix is deemed acceptable can never be their call.
Each one of us has the right to define who we are meant to be.
Who, what, where, and when, and how to love – this is our own destiny.

Chorus (Florence)

That’s our plan.

We know what’s best.    

We all deserve the basic respect

And freedom to embrace and express

Our choices of partner,  gender and dress,

But that’s just not enough.

(Left) That’s not enough.

We want every woman to be free,

Whether trans or cisgender like me

To participate and to compete

Simply as a woman athlete.

(Right) But that’s not enough.

(Left) That’s right, not enough.

(Right) It’s never enough for them.

(Left) It’s never enough for us.

Verse 3 (Clayton)

For trans women playing women’s sports,

Through eigth grade no one should care.

Then puberty starts to stack the deck.

That’s when the game starts to get unfair.

Trans women get a genetic edge.

In sports this means a lot.

They grow to be strong and fast in ways

Cisgender women just do not.

Outside this tiny exception,

In each and every way,

LGB and T and Q should be free

To live and love as they may.

And if we straight folks have a problem

With LGBTQ affairs,

The change required to make things right

Is ours to make, not theirs.

Chorus (Clayton)

That’s my plan.

That’s myh own wild guess.

We all deserve the basic respect

And freedom to embrace and express

Our choices for sex gender and dress

And that should be enough.

(Center) Should be enough.

Everyone should have the right to say

With great pride and in the light of day,

Without shame or scorn, or price to pay,

I am who I am, and that’s OK.

(Center) Should be enough.

Not enough today, ’cause we’re stil here,

Fighting through our bigotry and fear.

(Center) Should be enough.

But enough is ahead, and it’s near.

Not enough now, but soon it’s clear.

.

Chorus

(Frank) But that’s not enough.

(Florence) That’s right, not enough.

(Right) It’s never enough for them.

(Left) It’s never enough for us. 

Verse 1 (Right)

(Rachel) It’s the flow,

Pouring through the southern border.

By the thousands, they’re destroying our law and order.

(Frank) Slow the flow.

Bringing drugs and problems.

Then they cry and expect us to solve ’em.

.

(Rachel) It’s the flow.

(Frank) They come here and go on welfare,

Forcing us to fund their housing and pay for healthcare.

(Eric) Stop the flow.

Cheaper labor will suppress our wages.

Enough! Put their children in cages.

.

(Rachel) It’s the flow.

Indian and Asian faces

Taking over all of the tech jobs and college spaces

(Frank) Slow the flow.

Latinos with their awful habits.

No English, and they breed like rabbits.

(Eric) Stop the flow.

Of Africans and Hatians

From shithole countries and third world nations.

Chorus (Right)

(Rachel) It’s the flow – they’re flooding in droves through the gate.

(Frank) Slow the flow – or the problem will grow.

(Eric) Stop the flow – build the wall before it’s too late.

(Rachel/Frank/Eric) It’s the flow, slow the flow, stop the flow.

.

Verse 2(Left)

(Lamar) It’s the flow

That built this great country of ours.

Enhancing its culture, wealth and powers.

(Florence) Speed the flow.

Bringing those who are willing

To staff all of the jobs that need filling.

.

(Lamar) It’s the flow.

(Florence) Immigrants who built this nation.

Who work hard and then fly high above their station.

(Elaine) Max the flow.

They’ll bring more of their energy and zeal,

Instead of just guns, germs and steel.

(Lamar) It’s the flow

Of immigrants that make us stronger.

They pay taxes, work harder and even longe.r

(Florence) Speed the flow.

They don’t need favors.

Fine citizens and good neighbors.

.

(Elaine) Max the flow.

Bring the tired, the poor, and huddled masses.

As well as the rich upper classes.

.

Chorus (Left) 

(Lamar) It’s the flow – a plus so open the door.

(Florence) Speed the flow – so we prosper and grow.

(Elaine) Max the flow – they need us, but we need them more.

(Left) It’s the flow, speed the flow, max the flow.

Bridge (Center)

(Clara) If you go back far enough in every family tree

You would see

Through desire, fate, desperation or fear,

Our ancestors flowed to these shores every year.

.

(Cristy) We descend from centuries of folks from everywhere  

Across the world.

We all are all a part of the flow that created something great,  

.

(Clayton) But how much flow do we neeed to ensure  

Our tomorrows will be just as bright?   

Today it’s a million a year.

That number is just about right.

Verse 3 (Center)

(Clara) It’s the flow.

A million vibrant  souls coming yearly.

A million hopes and dreams that they hold so dearly.

(Clayton) Keep the flow.

A million  pairs of hands to start rowing

To propel this boat that keeps growing.

.  

(Cristy) It’s the flow.

A million people waiting at the gate.

They shouldn’t have to be leaving it up to fate.

(Craig) In control.

Legal entry is the only way.

And legal pathways if you’re gonna stay.

.

Chorus (Center)

(Clayton) It’s the flow – essential, just do the math.

(Cristy) Keep the flow – at one million or so.

(Craig) In control – legal entry, the only path.

(Clara/Clayton/Cristy/Craig) It’s the flow, keep the flow, in control.

Chorus (Right)

(Rachel) It’s the flow – they’re flooding in droves through the gate.

(Frank) Slow the flow – or the problem will grow.

(Eric) Stop the flow – build the wall before it’s too late.

(Rachel/Frank/Eric) It’s the flow, slow the flow, stop the flow.

.

Chorus (Left) 

(Lamar) It’s the flow – a plus so open the door.

(Florence) Speed the flow – so we prosper and grow.

(Elaine) Max the flow – they need us, but we need them more.

(Left) It’s the flow, speed the flow, max the flow.

.

Repeat (All) 

(Rachel/Frank/Eric) It’s the flow, slow the flow, stop the flow!

(Lamar/Florence/Elaine) It’s the flow, speed the flow, max the flow!

(Clara/Clayton/Cristy/Craig) It’s the flow, keep the flow, in control!

Verse 1 (Elaine)

What do you call the slaughter of babies

By gun-toting mass-murdering crazies

Columbine to Virginia Tech and then

Sandy Hook, Parkland, and then on again

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

Verse 2 (Florence)

What do you call the fact that gunfire rings

In a Baptist church in Sutherland Springs

An Orlando nightclub where revelers mix

And a concert on the Las Vegas strip

 (All Left + Clara) Madness!

Verse 3 (Lamar)

What do you call a hundred deaths a day

From bullets causing flesh and blood to spray

Staining mean streets, sad homes, and church house walls

Spreading panic and pain in schoolhouse halls

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

Verse 4 (Clara)

What do you call the flood of grievous harms 

Flowing from four hundred million arms 

In the hands of thugs, abusers, vengeful teens

And monsters with hate-filled, murderous schemes

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

Chorus (Left)

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

(Clara) We keep disavowing it

While thousands keep dying

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

(Clara) We keep on allowing it

And mothers keep crying

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

(Florence) We know we should stop it

But what’s so damned absurd

(All Left + Clara) Madness!

(Florence) The gun dealers’ profits

Always get the last word

Verse 5 (Frank)

What do you call the hysterical claim

That guns, not people, are what we should blame

For all the thugs, nut jobs, losers, and dopes

Who break all the rules and shoot other folks

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 6 (Frank)

What do you call your sad failure to see

That forcing more gun restrictions on me

Does not solve the problems you’re pointing out

Or reduce the violence you whine about

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 7 (Eric)

Half the gun deaths are suicidal acts

Half the rest are blacks killing other blacks

Most are with illegal handguns for sure

So, more background checks offer no real cure

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 8 (Eric)

You fixate on an assault weapons ban

Instead, push for better mental health plans

More cops, more jails, longer sentencing time

And for God’s sake reduce black on black crime

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Chorus (Right)

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

(Frank) We’re misdiagnosing it

Though thousands keep dying

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

(Frank) We’re overexposing it

And lefties keep crying

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

(Eric)They know they should stop it

But what’s so damned absurd

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

(Erik) The fake left-wing prophets

Try to get the last word

Bridge (Craig)

As a cop I have a few things to say

I deal with guns on the streets everyday

The answer to gun crime I’m thinking of 

Is not this or that, but all the above

(Right and Left) Madness!

(Craig) We need better mental health care for sure

As many police as you can endure

For gun violence yes add on more jail time

And yes, black folks slow the black-on-black crime

(Left) Madness!

(Craig) I’ll back the right to bear arms forever

For all lawful citizens, however

The claim we can put no limits in place

Is just untrue and absurd on its face

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

(Craig) For public safety, you cannot own more

Raw firepower or weapons of war

Than your local law enforcement because

Then we can’t force you to follow the laws.

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 9 (Craig)

You can’t have tanks, flame throwers, or grenades

No rockets, mortars, or bayonet blades

No machine guns, or armor piercing rounds

No silencers to muffle weapon sounds

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 10 (Craig)

No C-4 explosives or Claymore mines

No assault style rifles of any kind

No more than 20-round magazine clips

No ammo fitted with explosive tips

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 11 (Craig)

A gun is much more deadly than a car

Why we regulate guns less is bazar

We should have universal background checks

Minimum training and licensing specs

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Verse 12 (Craig)

We should register every legal gun

And raise the age to own to twenty-one 

And if you break bad, we should get to say

Whether we come take your weapons away

(Eric and Frank) Madness!

Chorus (Left and Center + Rachel)

(Left and Center + Rachel) Madness!

(Rachel) We keep disavowing it

While thousands keep dying

(Left and Center + Rachel) Madness!

We keep on allowing it

And mothers keep crying

(Left and Center + Rachel) Madness!

(Rachel) We know we should stop it

But what’s so damned absurd

(Left and Center + Rachel) Madness!

(Rachel) The gun dealers’ profits

Always get the last word

Verse 1 (Jason)

Blue chairs for the left, red chairs for
the right

Purple for the folks in between

Some of them brilliant, and some not so
bright

Some high-minded, some downright
mean 

Some thoughtful and introspective

Some shallow with no perspective 

But all will fit the tribal theme

(Company) Turn it up!

Chorus (All)

(Company) Turn it up!

(Jason) Cue the music, the lights and the
vibes

(Company) Turn it up!

(Jason) Bring the passion, and heat from
the tribes

(Company) Turn it up!

(Jason) Bring the rhythms, the beats 

Then hold onto your seats

As this venue of ours comes alive

(Company) Turn it up!

Verse 1 (Florence)

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with you?

Covid is reality, not a joke

It’s not conspiracy, not a joke 

Thousands of people infected every day

Thousands more already passed away

Yet you don’t wear masks at public events

Then wonder in stupefying suspense

Why you’re dying in hurt and pian

Like the tragic tale of Herman Cain

While people are dying, loved ones are crying 

Responders trying to do their very best

You’re non-complying, consistently denying

Reality at Donald Trump’s behest.

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with you?

Verse 2 (Lamar)

Trump fool was reckless – masks he rejected,

He got so infected – this fool almost died

But then he was injected – with the best drugs collected

and as expected – took you MAGA fools for a ride 

First he said take Hydroxychloroquine

Then tried to sell you Ivermectin

Neither was approved by the FDA

For people to use in any kind of way

For Covid prevention –  or for a cure

You know his intentions – were never pure

But then he went full bat shit cray cray

Stood up  told the whole wide world one day

Ingest or inject a bleach in some way

To just disinfect the virus away

Then to display – the thoughts in his head

The self-proclaimed genius –  actually said

Go inside the body with a powerful light

Turn it on,  make it shine real bright

And kill all the Covid cooties in sight

And you sit there thinking this is all right?

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with you?

Verse 3 (Frank)

First of all, Covid – IS just a hoax

It’s like a bad cold, kids – A flu at the most

The chance Covid kills you is so remote

But you can wear masks if that floats your boat

But masks don’t work as a matter of fact

They won’t save you from a viral attack

Unless you’re too old –  unhealthy, and fat

You’re good as gold – it’s as simple as that

Problem is you sheep – trust what you see

From Dr Fauci – and NIAID

Pharma, FDA, and CDC

Conspiring to profit from this disease

Inflating the death tolls week after week

And hyping all the stats that they release  

What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
What’s wrong with you?

Verse 4 (Eric)

As for Hydroxy – and Ivermectin

You’re so naïve, see –  if you’re expecting

To learn about curing this infection

From bureaucrats and damn politicians

They’ll never tell you what the real truth is

About effective drugs and their uses

To cure symptoms the virus produces 

Or stop infection or just reduce it.

The deep state and pharma collusion

Just misinform and sow confusion

To feed your left-wing grand delusion 

But we’re not buying that damn illusion

Instead of wondering what’s wrong with me

Ask why it takes  you so long to see

Your ignorance and dishonesty

Refusing to accept reality

Your approach to Covid, honestly

Is smug judgmental hypocrisy.

What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
What’s wrong with you?

Verse 5 (Lamar)

There’s got to be some kind of mistake 

With the words you state out your maskless face

Gimme a break, you’re fake, a big disgrace

You  take the cake, with a straight gaslight up in the place

Words like dishonesty – and grand delusion

 Pompous hypocrisy – and damned illusion

Misinformation, sow confusion

these words lead to just one conclusion

You’ve lost your mind and now you’re projecting 

The cult behavior you’re now reflecting 

Flows from the leader you here electing 

Let’s connect dots you’re not connecting

Trump’s dishonest yet you adore him

30 thousand lies told if not more, damn

Most of his staff – rotten to the core and

The honest few walked out the door man

Verse 6 (Florence)

Like Tillerson – Secretary of State

Called Trump a moron –  right out the gate

John Kelly, Chief of staff, got irate

Cleaning all the shit left in Trumps wake

General Mattis, Head of Defense

Too wise and honest, made too much sense

Jim Comey FBI – summoned by the king

Too much integrity to kiss Trump’s ring

The rest of the team, corrupt grifters,

Ass clowns, opportunistic drifters

Sean Spicer on day one lied

About Trumps inauguration crowd size

Mike Flynn security advisor lied

About nefarious Moscow ties 

Steve Bannon Trump’s right hand strategist

was an anti-democratic fascist

And so many more – were just like their boss

Incompetent or – ethically lost

Like Ryan Zinke, and Wilbur Ross

Tom Price, Scott Pruit, Betsy Devos

Rick Perry, Elaine Chao, Steve Mnuchin

Ben Carson, Bill Barr David Shulkin

Kellyanne Conway, Jared, Ivanka

All the hand-picked cronies who want ta

Bilk the system, use and abuse it  

Tear it down and render it useless

Verse 7 (Lamar)
Now check Trumps own characteristics
Starting with his white nationalistic
Tendency to be revered by racists
And what he says on a routine basis

Like the Charlottesville clash he described
As very fine people on both sides
His racist connections can’t be denied
He told Proud Boys stand back and stand by. 

Next let’s start listing – this man’s corruption

Fifty years grifting –  no interruption

Stiffing contractors on construction

Shafting investors at his instruction

Past six years the scamming continued

Same old con man, different venue 

Brand new items on the scam menu

Fundraisers that the fat cats went to

Donations his cult members sent through

Government contracts hijacked and sent to

Trump properties the cash flowed into

Policies and decisions guided
By the benefits they provided
To him even if results collided
With US interests not coincided

Trump loves autocrats ’cause they help him
Win elections and chips to cash in
Like Russia’s Putin, North Korea’s Kim
Saudi’s Crown Prince, and China’s Xi Ping

All have the power to benefit him
More so than all the leaders within
Liveral democracies with the values
Trump despises but we’re so used to

Like fair elections – and a free press
Rule of law – keeping power in check 

No one backing illegal hacking 

Of emails, servers and shit like that 

No one backing illegal hacking 

Of respected journalists like that 

Jamal Khashoggi rest in peace like that 

Trump extorted Ukraine an ally

while they struggled to stay alive

Blocking aid they need to survive

Unless they help him to sell his lie

All for his own political gain

He left an international stain

On the reputation US maintained

For hundreds of years before he came

To shame the country and its good name

Since you elected him, you’re to blame

But we impeached his ass all the same

And you’re still voting for him again

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with you?

Verse 8 (Eric)

OK check it

That was a long ass dissertation

About your steadfast consternation

About Trump’s corruption, this and that

About his disruption, yickity yak

(Mock whining) Why do you vote for him? Don’t do that.

What’s wrong with you? Yeah quack, quack, quack  

First, most of that was just fake news

Whiny, dishonest, libtard blues.

But even if every bit  was true,

We love Trump ’cause we don’t like you!

Trump is all we want him to be 

He’s a great big ugly fist that we

Choose to use on a daily basis 

To punch you in your smug-ass faces.

Then we sit back and watch you cryin’

All the while laughing ‘til we’re dyin’

Trump’s my frustration, I ain’t lying

Trump’s my hatred, there’s no denying

Trump’s my emotion manifested

The only leader interested  

In how I feel so I’m invested

In Trump for life. My case is rested.

What’s wrong with you?

What’s wrong with you?

(All sung by Craig unless otherwise indicated)

Verse 1

Some folks believe that most police

Are maladjusted and misbehave

Motivated by folks we hate

And the power we seem to crave

I am convinced that most police 

Are disciplined, honest, and brave.

Motivated by folks we serve

And by the lives we help to save

Verse 2

Whether mostly good, mostly bad

Mostly polite or mostly rude

Whenever we engage with you

There’s one key thing you ought to do 

It requires no great feat of strength

No tough concept you must think through

It’s simple, easy, effortless 

And prevents cops from harming you 

Chorus 1

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If my lights are flashing behind you

Don’t keep driving like there’s nothing wrong

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply

If I ask for documentation

Don’t play games, obfuscate or prolong

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If I tell you step out of the car

You may ask why, and I’ll play along

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

I’ll tell you why, but if I repeat

My command to step out clear and strong

Don’t debate with me while in the street

Such debates will not last very long

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

Verse 3

Some folks believe that most police

Sympathize with the Ku Klux Klan

And have goals to arrest and kill

As many black folks as we can

I am convinced that most police

Are fair and we don’t give a damn

About race when judging people

Just their character as it stands

Verse 4

But whether police tend to be  

Klan supporters or color blind

All are charged with enforcing law

And on that point, we are aligned

So, when cops give you a command 

Don’t overthink and get in a bind

Do the one thing that’s sure to prevent 

Getting roughed up, bruised and confined

Chorus 2

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If I tell you to show me your hands

Don’t disobey and ask me what for

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply

If I tell you don’t move, just relax

Don’t turn, walk away and ignore

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If I say that you’re under arrest

Don’t resist and then make it a war.

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

Resisting opens doors to a place

That has only worse outcomes in store

Batons and tasers, bullets and mace

And somebody’s blood on the floor

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply

Verse 5

No matter what you think of us

We try our best to fill a role

Requiring strength, judgement, bravery

Public service being the goal

A few cops fall well short of this

When stress leads to losing control

But we respond, press on, redress

Improving our team as a whole

Verse 6

As we learn, get better and grow

There’s just one thing for you to do

To make all our lives easier

It’s not difficult, it’s not new

It requires no great feat of strength

No tough concept you must think through

It’s simple, easy, effortless 

And prevents cops from harming you

Chorus 1

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If my lights are flashing behind you

Don’t keep driving like there’s nothing wrong

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply

If I ask for documentation

Don’t play games, obfuscate or prolong

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

If I tell you step out of the car

You may ask why, and I’ll play along

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

I’ll tell you why, but if I repeat

My command to step out clear and strong

Don’t debate with me while in the street

Such debates will not last very long

(Center + Rachel and Frank) Just comply.

Intro (Jason)

There was a time we all got the same facts

From just three channels on TV

The same information, data, and stats

That we all could see and agree

Now we have thousands of sources for news

With hundreds added by the day

From the vetted trustworthy, sane, and true  

To the full on batshit cray-cray

We choose information sources to track

Not based on what’s true or what’s real 

Or whether the info is really fact  

But rather how it makes us feel

Chorus (Jason)

We want our facts with that flavor

That tribe members crave and savor

But taste bitter to our rivals

Just give us info we favor

None that deviate or waiver

From the party line, and the tribal.

Gimme that partisan kool-aid,

Echo chamber hard lemonade.

That fully biased gin and juice

Groupthink vodka and Gatorade

Fill my cup, I am not afraid

Gimme that good ol’ tribal truth 

[Speaking] (Jason)

OK let’s try this out. Red Tribe – gimme some good ol’ tribal truth about whether the 2020 election was fair or rigged. Hit me!

Verse 1 (Frank)

Good God, the truth is just as clear as day

The election was just a fraud

It was rigged, stolen and taken away 

By forces at home and abroad

You got big city folks who like to cheat

Stuffing ballots late in the night

When no one else is in the counting suite

To make sure votes are counted right

Verse 2 (Eric)

You got deep state actors with foreign ties

Billionaire backers with the means

All working with the big tech cyber spies

Switching votes in voting machines

You got thousands of these fake votes mailed in
And illegal aliens too
Casting fake ballots that China flew in 

Using paper made with bamboo 

Verse 3 (Frank)

You got Venezuela involved as well

The details are not quite resolved

Don’t know why or how, only time will tell

But we’re damn sure they were involved.

You got piles of evidence, tons of facts

If you take all the cheating out

Take all fake and fraudulent ballots back 

Trump won that election, no doubt.

Verse 4 (Rachel)

Trump had bigger rallies, told better jokes 

Had the best people backing him 

Christians, conservatives, blue collar folks

Even God wanted Trump to win

The only way he lost to Sleepy Joe

Was through fraud but that won’t endure 

All will be exposed, and we all will know

The election was rigged for sure

[Speaking] (Jason)

Now that’s what I’m talking about!

Chorus (Jason)

That was that partisan kool-aid,

Echo chamber hard lemonade.

That fully biased gin and juice

Groupthink vodka and Gatorade

Fill my cup, I am not afraid

That was that good ol’ tribal truth

[Speaking] (Jason)

OK, Blue Team – Give me some good ol’ Tribal Truth on the 2020 Election. Fair or rigged?

Verse 5 (Florence)

Good God, the truth is not tribal on this 

The truth is just truth if you’re sane

But if you’re sick with the MAGA virus 

Real truth can’t survive in you brain

Biden beat Trump the election was fair.

So said Trump’s own favorite daughter

So said Trump’s VP, Trump’s campaign chair

Trump staffers and White House lawyers

Verse 6 (Florence)

So said the cybersecurity guy

Who said it was the most secure

So said the DOJ, the FBI

And so said Bill Barr to be sure

So said the polls before the election

With Biden up 4 points or more

So, what’s with all the fake consternation

When he wins the pop vote by 4?

Verse 7 (Lamar)

So said the electoral college vote

When multiple recounts were through 

Biden whupped Trump’s ass ‘til the paddle broke 306 to 232

Trump challenged the results in court and tried  Sixty times but in every case

The judge, even ones Trump appointed cried 

“Get this bullshit outta my face”

Verse 8 (Lamar)

So said the fifty governors who signed

The official certified slates 

Of electors officially assigned

To reflect the votes from each state

So said congress at three in the morning

When they confirmed Biden had won

After the Jan 6 capital storming

And Trump’s attempted coup was done.

Verse 9 (Elaine)

Trump knows he lost and the process was fair

His ego’s too frail to concede

So he pulled this big lie out of thin air   

That you Trump zombies now believe.

Or maybe you’re not Trump zombies at all

Maybe he lost and you know it

But because of your own egos and gall

You pretend to buy his bullshit

Verse 10 (Elaine)

You pretend that Rudi Guliani and

Sydney Powell and Mike Lindell

Two wingnut lawyers and the pillow man

Are not batshit cray cray as hell

You pretend that your core values are strong

But you betray them by the hour

Selling your souls to help and go along 

With Trump’s schemes to stay in power.

Your undying support for this man makes

Every one of you a disgrace

Whether hapless zombies or cunning snakes

You’re all shameless in either case.

[Speaking] (Jason)

Ooooo we! That tribal truth had some kick to it.

Chorus (Jason)

We want our facts with that flavor

That tribe members crave and savor

But taste bitter to our rivals

Just give us info we favor

None that deviate or waiver

From the party line, and the tribal. 

Gimme that good ol’ tribal truth!

[Speaking] (Jason)

Okay Red Team. How ‘bout some Tribal Truth on the January 6th capital incident? Was it an attempted coup? A peaceful patriotic protest? A peaceful protest that turned into a riot? A false flag operation by the FBI and ANTIFA? Lay it on me!

Verse 11 (Frank)

January sixth is Patriots Day

Because patriots chose to fight

Against a deep state plot to take away

Our votes, our freedoms, our rights.

It was peaceful until the FBI

Unleashed their cruel subversive plan

To incite a riot and then stood by

As the protest got out of hand

Hundreds were locked up by the DOJ

Despite the lawful protections

Of their clear first amendment right to say

They reject stolen elections

[Speaking] (Jason)

Yea baby. That was grain alcohol grade tribal truth. That’ll put some hair on your chest.

Blue team – January 6 – hit me!

Verse 12 (Florence)

January six was a coup attempt

By desperate men who set out

To subvert democracy in contempt

Of what this country is about

From the day the voters expressed their will

Telling Trump he must step aside

He and his enablers conspired to kill

Democracy to spare his pride

He sold the big fat election fraud lie

And with help from Fox news trolls

GOP leaders and the pillow guy,

The Trump zombies swallowed it whole

Verse 13 (Lamar)

They rallied at the appointed hour

And Trump told them to fight like hell

To do violence to keep him in power

And they followed his orders well

They assaulted cops they claimed to support

Then some who were hard core scumbags

Sullied the sacred legislative court 

With shit and confederate flags

We almost lost the republic that day

To Trump and his mad fascist cult

That’s why they will spend years locked away

A just and most fitting result.

[Speaking] (Jason)

Ok lets do lightning round shots of single verse tribal truth.

First round – describe President Joe Biden the man. Blue team – go!

Verse 14 (Left)

(Elaine)Too old, (Florence)too centrist, (Lamar)but still a good man

(Elaine)) Too chummy with the other side

(Florence)Too much of a big tech, big business fan

(Lamar) But willing to find compromise

[Speaking] (Jason)

Red Team – Joe Biden, the man – hit me!

Verse 15 (Right)

(Eric) Morally bankrupt and corrupt as hell

(Frank) Puppet of the radical left

(Rachel)He’s old, incompetent, and weak as well

(Eric) Six months to live, (Frank) a year at best

[Speaking] (Jason)

Purple Team – Joe Biden, the man. Go!

Verse 16 (Center)

(Clara) He’s old but basically a decent guy

(Clayton) He’s old but seems to get things done

(Cristy) He’s old but effectively getting by

(Craig) He’s way old – pushing 81.

[Speaking] (Jason)

OK second round – Joe Biden domestic performance as president the past two years.

Blue Team – Hit me!

Verse 17 (Left)

(Elaine) He got us the vaccine in record time

(Florence) Got the spread of Covid slowing

(Lamar) Got an infrastructure bill passed and signed

Kept the economy growing

[Speaking] (Jason)

Red Team – Tribal Truth!

Verse 18 (Right)

(Eric) He let Fauci shut the whole country down

Then paid people not to work

Inflation spiked, the economy drowned

And he let crime rates go berserk

[Speaking] (Jason)

Third round – Joe Biden foreign policy. Blue Team – Hit me!

Verse 19 (Florence)

He ended the war in Afghanistan

After twenty long years of pain

United NATO against Putin and

Stopped him from annexing Ukraine

[Speaking] (Jason)

Red Team – What cha got?!

Verse 20 (Frank)

He got marines killed in Afghanistan

By rushing them out in a week

He betrayed allies when he cut and ran 

Like a coward in full retreat

As for Putin invading the Ukraine

That’s Biden’s fault, too, I’m afraid

Sleepy Joe was seen as old, weak, and lame 

So Putin felt free to invade

[Speaking] (Jason)

OK, I’ve got a serious buzz now, so I’ll let that be the last shot of Tribal Truth. I’m closing the bar.

Chorus (Jason)

We want our facts with that flavor

That tribe members crave and savor

But taste bitter to our rivals

Just give us info we favor

None that deviate or waiver

From the party line, and the tribal. 

Gimme that partisan kool-aid,

Echo chamber hard lemonade.

That fully biased gin and juice

Groupthink vodka and Gatorade

Fill my cup, I am not afraid

Gimme that good ol’ tribal truth

Yeah gimme that good ol’ tribal truth!

Verse 1 (Florence)

I never liked what you people stood for

But at least you talked a good game

On rule of law, family values, and more

But now that charade’s up in flames

Whatever principles you use to claim

Are gone and what drives you is clear

It’s not rule of law, not values, not shame 

You’re driven by anger and fear

Anger toward people who push for change

And demand equality too

People you think are unworthy or strange

Cause they don’t look or think like you

Anger that the new American dream

Is achieved more by being bright,

Global, progressive, tech savvy, and green,

Than being Christian, straight, or white.

Chorus (Florence)

You’re gone, you’re too much, you’re unsound,
You’re gone, out of touch, out of bounds,

You’re gone you’re out of line

You’re gone, too far this time

You’re gone, you’re out of your mind

Verse 2 (Lamar)

You fear you’re losing your right to retain

The reigns of power and control

You fear democracy’s a losing game

So you’re ready to let that go

 You’ll trade it in for a national cult

A new fascist dictatorship

To hell with valid election results

Fair play and good citizenship

To hell with trusting in institutions

Authorities and the elite

To hell with the courts and constitution 

When they block your attempts to cheat

To hell with the shame of selling your soul 

And your faith in democracy 

Now all you’ve got is a big angry hole Where love of country used to be

Chorus (Left)

You’re gone, you’re too much, you’re unsound,

You’re gone, out of touch, out of bounds,

You’re gone you’re out of line

You’re gone, too far this time

You’re gone, you’re out of your mind

Verse 3 (Florence)

You’ve abandoned all that you used to be

Out of deep resentment, and spite

Now you do what feeds your need to aggrieve

Rather than what is best, or right

Now here’s the key imperative for you

Your primary rule and that is

Above all else, in what you say and do   

Try to trigger and own the libs

So now you make it a point to deny

Everything the libs believe in

Like truth and exposing Trump for his lies

His corruption and deceiving

You’ve become science-denying misfits

You embrace weird conspiracies 

You vote for liars, nut jobs and nihilists

 Who lose and refuse to concede

You talk about draining the swamp, and yet

You vote for known grifters and crooks

You claim you’re defending freedom and yet

You ban abortion and burn books

Chorus (Left)

You’re gone, you’re too much, you’re unsound,

You’re gone, out of touch, out of bounds,

You’re gone, you’re out of line

You’re gone, too far this time

You’re gone, you’re out of your minds

Verse 4 (Frank)

We’re not crazy and we’re not out of touch

We’re not fearful, not full of spite

We’ve just put up with you all long enough

And we just stopped being polite

We’re tired of you putting this country down

It’s boring, annoying, and sad

How you bad mouth its founding, and you frown
On its history, anthem, and flag

We’re tired of you enjoying the fruits

Of our founding fathers’ vision

While you complain it’s evil at its roots

With your scorn and your derision

You look down your nose at all the things

That make real America great

Like real heartland Americans

Small town values, and Christian faith

Chorus (Frank)

You’re gone, you’re too much, you’re unsound,

You’re gone, out of touch, out of bounds,

You’re gone, you’re out of line

You’re gone, too far this time

You’re gone, you’re out of your minds

Verse 5 (Eric)

We’re tired of you people whining about 

How bad this country is for you

So pack up your crap, and get the hell out 

Move to where all your dreams come true. 

Find a place where the race in power

Takes more of your crap than we do

Where liberal elites in ivory towers

Wield as much power as you do

Find a place where the trannies and the gays   

Are freer than they are out here

And have more rainbow flags and pride parades
To participate in each year

Find a place where lowlife thugs and zeros

Living lives as failures and flops

Are worshipped as saints and heroes

‘Cause they were black and killed by cops

Bridge (Eric)

Find a place that’s not a shithole nation

Where black people get an invitation

To do poorly in school

Break all the rules

End up looking like fools

And then blame it on discrimination 

Find a place where in one generation

A black foreigner’s son can lead the nation

Show blacks for eight years

To overcome black fears

Straighten up and change gears 

But instead blacks whine for reparations

Find a place and move to that new nation

Where you can indulge your fascination  

With multicultural stuff

And whites won’t get fed up

And say enough’s enough

Good luck with your travel preparations

Chorus (Right)

You’re gone, you’re too much, you’re unsound,

You’re gone, out of touch, out of bounds,

You’re gone, you’re out of line

You’re gone, too far this time

You’re gone, you’re out of your minds

Verse 6 (Elaine)

We’re not leaving, no matter what you say

This country is not just for you

It was built by the blood and sweat of slaves

It belongs to black people too

Verse 7 (Eric)

If it belongs to you then act like it

Either you own it or you don’t

Real owners take pride in their ownership 

You blacks should do that, but you won’t

Verse 8 (Elaine)

How the hell do you know what black folks need

When you kill us for ownership

You’re not proud of this country or its creed

You’re proud of your whiteness, that’s it

Verse 9 (Eric)

Blacks don’t like this country, y’all got no class

Y’all only got bad things to say

Kill twice as many whites as whites kill blacks

Then bitch about whites every day

Verse 10 (Elaine / Eric)

(Elaine) You’re a weak racist soldier wannabe

(Eric) You’re a half breed sexual freak

(Elaine) You’re on my last nerve keep on testin’ me

(Eric) I’m here seven days of the week

Verse 1 (Cristy)

When conversations turn, and angry voices rise

When passions start to burn and civil discourse dies

Opinions give way to blows

And we choose violence over prose

It might be time to stop and look within

When the tribes go tribal, with the lust for strife and war

When diatribes and rivalries devolve into slurs and gore

We turn from cordial to profane

All that follows is grief and pain

When there’s nothing left to lose or gain

It’s up to us to choose to…

Chorus (Clayton / Cristy)

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Turn down the static, the tension, the stress

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Turn down the anger that makes us regress

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Turn down the clamor and strife

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Hear the sweeter sounds of life

(Clayton and Cristy) Turn it down, won’t you please turn it down

Verse 2 (Clayton)

When we’re compelled to fight, because it’s life or death

It’s your duty and your right ’til your dying breath

To fight for people’s lives that way

 Go as hard and loud as you may

But if it’s just debate, it’s just debate

Debate with heartfelt give and take

Where no one’s life’s at stake

There’s no impending doom in store

It shouldn’t be worth bleeding for, so…

Chorus (Clayton / Cristy)

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Turn down the static, the tension, the stress

(Clayton) Turn it down

Turn down the anger that makes us regress

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Turn down the clamor and strife

(Clayton) Turn it down

(Cristy) Hear the sweeter sounds of life

(Claton and Cristy) Turn it down, won’t you please turn it down

Bridge A (Clara and Craig)

(Clara) We share so much more in common

Than things that tear us apart

The ties that bind us all together

Connect us each from heart to heart

(Craig) We all share a common country

Common language, common creed

Common pursuit of happiness

And common desire to succeed

Bridge B (Lamar and Rachel)

(Lamar) We all support the folks who serve

With honor in harms way

 So we can live secure in peace

And prosper every day

(Rachel) We’ve seen ourselves as a nation

Do great things and swell with pride

As tears well up when Ray Charles sings 

Oh beautiful for spacious skies

Bridge C (Florence and Frank)

(Florence) We all live to see our children

Start as babies with eager eyes

Grow in safety, joy, and laughter

Then move on their own and thrive

(Frank) We all share the fortune to live

At a time and in a place

Where we’re bound more by ideas

Than by ethnicity or race 

Verse 3 (Elaine and Eric)

(Eric) Yet we ignore the common ground

Forgo a future bright

Promote the half-truths and confound

What’s easy with what’s right

We go tribal over trifling things

Ignoring that the conflict brings

More misery than anything

It’s enough to lose your mind

If we must be tribal

then can we at least agree

That for our own survival

It’s imperative for us all to be

whether white or black or brown 

Or bi or straight or gay

Members of one single tribe

Tribe USA

Chorus (All)

(All minus Jason) Turn it down

(Jason) Turn down the static, the tension, the stress

(All minus Jason) Turn it down

(Jason) Turn down the anger that makes us regress

(All minus Jason) Turn it down

(Jason) Turn down the clamor and the strife

(All minus Jason) Turn it down

(Jason) Hear the sweeter sounds of life

(All minus Jason) Turn it down, won’t you please turn it down.