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Well, the fence has spikes 
The dark uniforms, armed 
They say "move along, guy" 
Out back a man's hustled across the yard 

I see the president 
Behind his prison bars 
And when he comes out 
He's surrounded by his prison guards 

Some people see the stars 
on Pennsylvania Avenue 
I see the stripes, 
I see the bars 
Maybe we're locked out of the castle 
Maybe he's locked inside the dungeon 

Every word he says is written for him 
And every syllable is guardly as closely 
Every place he's spoke, the questions were controlled 
The slightest disturbance and it's lockdown 

Now, he can't walk 
The Appalachian Trail 
And say to his wife 
"It's just you and I out here, love" 

As much the same, 
he can't talk to a stranger 
Ever, heading home 
On a long, winding rail road 

Oh, if someone could ask him 
Does he still remember the pleasure? 
Maybe he just never experienced it 
I wonder if he's ever tried a jail break 

Some people see the stars 
on Pennsylvania Avenue 
I see the stripes, 
I see the bars 
Maybe we're locked out of the castle 
Maybe he's locked inside the dungeon 

Still, I've only some mercy for him 
He's remorseless in his crime 
Some called him the lesser evil 
Hunger for power's still a deadly sin 

Yet I realize it's a wretched life, his 
With every movement needing prep 
Living in little bubbles in this giant sphere 
While, there's no surveillance here..where we stand right now, my love 

Is he trying to make our lives like his, 
On behalf all those guys and gals that put him in 
From their own guarded towers?, Well I say no, 
No to that attempt 
Cause when some people see the stars 
on Pennsylvania Avenue 
I see the stripes, 
I see the bars 
And I go back to popping little bubbles 
Running across the hills between back roads