Now it’s goose stepping white supremacists instead of a rock n rollin’ bitch for you. Now it’s a knife in the back instead of a ray gun to the head. Now it’s a racist ass making America “great again” instead of your space face close to mine. Treason and a lack of reason instead of laying the real thing on me, baby. Now it’s typo-ridden Twitter bullies trolling the internet instead of spending time in the church of man, such a holy place to be. Now it’s every moment feeling more and more like a blackhole nightmare. Oh for those times when we could freak out in a moonage daydream.