Beyond the Pale

Isn't it all a bit beyond the pale?
The way he sits up there
With the wind in his sail
And preaches to us about
Rights and wrongs
Just as if he would write a song

Its all just a little bit beyond the pale

The way he talks like Jesus from his mouth
The way they hang on his words down in the south
The way he loves to tweet but like the ugliest bird
You find what he says is so absurd

Its all just a little bit beyond
The pale

What he says are un truths and lies
The false proclaimations written on blue skies
When on the horizon there are storm clouds gathering
Yet his lips keep moving in a kind of blathering

Its all just a little beyond
The pale

They have their influencers in the courts
Their traps are laid their victims caught
And as we malaise on complacent beds
He's off with his designs for more warheads

Its all just a little beyond
The pale

What can we do but swallow our pride
Stick our heads in the ground or turn aside?
If this is what our fathers did then war would abide
But instead they fought for liberty and in freedom's name died

So is this all just a little beyond
The pale?