Jealous of the Sun - Onra, Chris Orrick

No one to tell us where to run

The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun

Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas

Lit a match

So how the fuck I’m supposed to write a rhyme

When we’re living in the darkest times we’ll probably ever see?

And I don’t mean that as hyperbole

You look around and it’s unnerving, it’s disturbing

While the earth is burning to a third degree

Deadly water on the rise because of burning seas

But no emergency, just the emergence of the anti-science

Magnify it while the ants die frying

But we can’t die trying, 'cause the rich control the wars

With tomcats high flying

Bombs blast, crying moms ask why kids keep dying

Might just take one for the team and throat slit these tyrants

I mean, these the people supposed to give me guidance?

Hiding billions of dollars in Caribbean islands

Telling us that we should better ourselves

Stand for the flag where veterans fell

And sit there silent, come on

Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at?

They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at?

They got the power, we got the numbers

Live by it, then you die by the sword

Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at?

They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at?

They got the power, we got the numbers

Live by it, then you die by the sword

No one to tell us where to run

The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun

Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas

Lit a match

He’s busy watching all his morning shows

Twitter storming in a shortened prose

Orange fingers, stubby orange toes

Performing for adoring droves

Of baskets of deplorables

To whom accordingly our story goes

History’s just rewarding those

For the whom the bells of victory tolls

So therefore as history shows

Recorded and reported so

As alternative truth, undistorted oath

Backwards the pages of history goes

Send a warning to our foreign foes

Those torn by war and born by deported homes

They’re marching forward with their morbid poem

And pledge allegiance to that orange throne

Red Pill should have taken the blue

Make no mistake where Chris Orrick’s home

Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at?

They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at?

They got the power, we got the numbers

Live by it, then you die by the sword

Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at?

They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at?

They got the power, we got the numbers

Live by it, then you die by the sword

And there’s no one to tell us where to run

The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun

Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas

Lit a match

Said «We are not to be outdone!»

And every smile turned to char

Every rapist, every killer, every child was a star

No one could tell us where to run

The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun