"The Nerd Reich" lyrics
I was standing on a ledge
Contemplating the ocean
In a boat in the Strait of Hormuz
If they ain't got a mission
And they still ain't winning
Can't you at least get the boys some food
When they nuke Iran
And Jesus don't come back
And your son's still gay
And there's no cheap gas
When the vengeance of nations
Finally comes to port
Will you be bitching 'bout men
Playing women's sports
I get weary
I get nervous
Ya hire a clown
Ya get the whole damn circus
Lord, I get tired
I feel uptight
Turn your back for a second
It's the Nerd Reich
On day 184 of a three day war
I drove my truck to Lake America
I was thinking 'bout drowning
When my youth pastor found me
Slapped a wedding ring on my thumb
I cried out to Jesus
I cried out to mom
I got Peter Thiel
He listens closer than God
I said, now what's with these cameras
Pointing at me
He said, don't do nothing wrong
There won't be nothing to see
Gee, I get weary
They can hear
This one goes out to my buddies
Up at Palantir
I said, now since you're already listening
I must ask
Who's this fella y'all been calling Mr. JD Vance?
He said, he's a carbon life form
Wearing khaki pants
Buddy we play the song
And he does the dance
He did some Catholic gymnastics
Washed his mouth out with soap
But even God
And the king
And two popes said nope
He gets weary
He gets hit
But it's all bound to happen
When you drag Appalachia through shit
How fast do I gotta jog
To beat a robot dog
I know it's smarter than the man with the leash
Get me to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Where the law can't lay a hand on me
What war is it?
What wife is it for GI Joke?
My favorite Fox and Friend
Captain Testosterone
Pete Hegseth wants into office
But he lost his war
I'd laugh if I hadn't seen the show before
I get weary
I get nervous
You hire a clown
You get the whole damn circus
Lord, I get tired
I feel uptight
Turn your back for a second
It's the Nerd Reich
Alright
Contemplating the ocean
In a boat in the Strait of Hormuz
If they ain't got a mission
And they still ain't winning
Can't you at least get the boys some food
When they nuke Iran
And Jesus don't come back
And your son's still gay
And there's no cheap gas
When the vengeance of nations
Finally comes to port
Will you be bitching 'bout men
Playing women's sports
I get weary
I get nervous
Ya hire a clown
Ya get the whole damn circus
Lord, I get tired
I feel uptight
Turn your back for a second
It's the Nerd Reich
On day 184 of a three day war
I drove my truck to Lake America
I was thinking 'bout drowning
When my youth pastor found me
Slapped a wedding ring on my thumb
I cried out to Jesus
I cried out to mom
I got Peter Thiel
He listens closer than God
I said, now what's with these cameras
Pointing at me
He said, don't do nothing wrong
There won't be nothing to see
Gee, I get weary
They can hear
This one goes out to my buddies
Up at Palantir
I said, now since you're already listening
I must ask
Who's this fella y'all been calling Mr. JD Vance?
He said, he's a carbon life form
Wearing khaki pants
Buddy we play the song
And he does the dance
He did some Catholic gymnastics
Washed his mouth out with soap
But even God
And the king
And two popes said nope
He gets weary
He gets hit
But it's all bound to happen
When you drag Appalachia through shit
How fast do I gotta jog
To beat a robot dog
I know it's smarter than the man with the leash
Get me to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Where the law can't lay a hand on me
What war is it?
What wife is it for GI Joke?
My favorite Fox and Friend
Captain Testosterone
Pete Hegseth wants into office
But he lost his war
I'd laugh if I hadn't seen the show before
I get weary
I get nervous
You hire a clown
You get the whole damn circus
Lord, I get tired
I feel uptight
Turn your back for a second
It's the Nerd Reich
Alright
