Said the grandfather clock.
Swung the pendulum all night.
The people ignorantly said.
When will the clock stop?
Who will rise from us to the top?
It is time for a new set of colors,
Led by God for the good of others.
To inspire the nation into an awakening
And bring us back to the Lord God our King!
Black-white, the party's cockade,
Modestly dressed, void of brocade.
Gentlemen wearing three-piece suits,
Returning to our holy roots.
The state of morality where we belong,
Or America's demise won't be long.