It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
This is not a moment it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When so many have died
Then I’m willing’ to—
Wait for it
Never gon’ be President now
That’s one less thing to worry about!
They left me no instructions
Just a legacy to protect
I’m a polymath, a pain in the ass, a massive pain
Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loud-mouthed bother
Be seated at the right hand of the father
Wasn’t the problem with much of our previous government size?
So men say that I’m intense or insane...
I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy, and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot!
My grandfather was a fire-and-brimstone preacher,
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya
That poor man, they’re going to eat him alive
Somebody gimme some dirt on this vacuous mass
So we can at last unmask him
Everything is legal in New Jersey
I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion
The way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion
I changed parties to seize the opportunity I saw
Adams fires Hamilton, calls him “Creole bastard” in his taunts
Alexi Sargeant is a junior fellow at First Things.