Some people say It goes away in April Others they say It's breaking our will Some people say It's anarchy Others they say They can't breathe It's funny and tragic As it tears the fabric It's so surreal I don't know what to do or to feel I'll take my time As I make up my mind This year Some people say Those folks are illegal Others they say All people are equal Some people say It's a hoax and illusion Others they say You're sowing seeds of confusion It's funny and tragic As it tears the fabric It's so surreal I don't know what to do or to feel I'll take my time As I make up my mind This year Some people say It goes away in April