A Little Less Like Hell

[Verse 1]
I saw The Interview today
Sure, I guess it was ok
I laughed at all the funny parts
Rogan can sell an asshole a fart
The part where the dictator dies
To be honest, made me sad inside
Like when everyone broke into song
The day we killed Osama Bin Laden
Now I understand the relief
Because I was right there in the street
With a t-shirt over my mouth
Watching all the ashes come down
But what I’ll never understand is why
Regardless of how hard we try
We need somebody on the cross
Just to make up for the things we lost

[Chorus]
Tell me who I gotta talk to
Tell me who I gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a less like hell

[Verse 2]
I watched Obama’s Speech
On YouTube. I Don’t have TV
What he was asking for
Seemed to me
To be pretty reasonable
When he was done they clapped
Which reminded me of watching C-Span
In my mother’s bed
‘Cause she could keep
The monsters out of my head
And I feel we’ve come a ways
From Selma and those darker days
Though it’s so hard to forget
The black man
Who was killed for selling cigarettes
At the bottom of the YouTube page of Obamas speach
There were so many comments made
And more than 4 or 5
Said they, wished that nigga would die

[Chorus]
Tell me who I gotta talk to
Tell me who I gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a little less like hell

[Verse 3]
When I was a little kid
There was this poster on the wall
I remember it
Of a brilliant jungle scene
With monkeys and bears and everything
And as I’d fall asleep
This lion would start to talk to
He’s scratch and claw at my head
Before slipping into the bed

[Chorus]
Tell me who I gotta talk to
Tell me who I gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a little less like hell