He’ll beat me up and break my nose
Ask me to rat on people I know
When I won’t he’ll speak of treason
Ignoring all fact and reason
Shout and scream at the top of his lungs
Reference my friends he already hung
Because they had the audacity
To believe in empathy

McCarthy’s coming to pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
McCarthy’s coming to pick me up oh boy won’t it be fun

He sent his friends in hard hats
To break my legs with a bat
I couldn’t walk so I had to crawl
But they couldn’t stand that at all
First the gas and then the bullets
Then the orange I think they got it
From those good old boys at Dow
Then tapped his phone somehow

Nixon’s coming to pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
Nixon’s coming to pick me up oh boy won’t it be fun

I was deployed to Iraq
Sure didn’t think I’d ever come back
But I did and I chose to run
Up north with my wife and son
The paper called me a traitor
But ignored all those craters
In the heads of the kids we killed
And the pockets that we filled

Dubya’s coming to pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
Dubya’s coming to pick me up oh boy won’t it be fun

He ran the country like a business
But he never had to witness
People dying on reserves
When the budget cuts were served
To those on whom they relied
For the people who kept them alive
He didn’t like those hijabs
And told us all to go get jobs

Harper’s coming to pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
Harper’s coming to pick me up oh boy won’t it be fun

He’s opposed to abortion
Because it gives women a portion
Of agency and control
But he wants to patrol
Every uterus in the province
While increasing oil profits
If you hate the UCP
They’re coming for you when they come for me

Kenney’s coming to pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
Kenney’s coming to pick me up oh boy won’t it be fun