To quote a great song in regards to the election situation

Blaster bomb bomb bomb ahead
Multi millions still unfed
A mondo teeno givin' head
Shoot it up
Shoot it up

FUCK YEAH!

They're dropping bombs again -- and they're doing it in your name
All the rational commentaries in the papers that I read
Marmalade and buttered toast and the smell of Sunday roast
Kiss the Ass of Uncle Sam -- oh to be an English man

WHEN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF WARNING
WHEN THE ONLY COLOR IS RED - RED - RED
RED SKY IN THE MORNING, EVERYWHERE I'M SEEING RED - RED - RED

Dawn brings a day of hell hours that we pawn and sell
A single magpie in the tree, one for sorrow one for me
Kick it off the cliff I said - Now the line fucks up my head
TOO LATE TO CHANGE THIS MODE BREAK ALL MY MORAL CODES!

WHEN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF WARNING
WHEN THE ONLY COLOR IS RED - RED - RED
RED SKY IN THE MORNING, EVERYWHERE I'M SEEING RED - RED - RED

Running from myself again -- and all I feel is shame
It doesn't matter where I go Everywhere still looks the same
This sense of emptiness, as we create this mess
Self-destructive tendencies are what you mean to me.

WHEN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF WARNING
WHEN THE ONLY COLOR IS RED - RED - RED
RED SKY IN THE MORNING, EVERYWHERE I'M SEEING RED - RED - RED