Letras: American Chaotic. Let Us Rise. Political Party Booze.

Call in the troops, Mr. President.
We've got a terrorist situation.
Liberal, Conservative, Third Party nonsense.
You've started a war on our own soil.

You can't control this mess you've made, let alone the people.
You dug this hole so deep, and you can't find your way back to your office seat.

There's a political party in the white house.
And the national security guards can't stop it.
The kids have gotten a little too rowdy,
And the alcohol has impaired their freedom of judgement.

Oh, Mr. President, what's the speech this time?
What can't we say now?
Let freedom ring out now.
But where the hell is it? I can't find it.