This is a song for screaming how high when they holler jump. This is a song for demographics. This is a song for optics. This is a song for sadder but wiser. This is a song for nostalgia. This is a song for machinations. This is a song for transparency. This is a song for being the scrub brush. This a song for being the whitewash. This is a song for playing who’s the carpetbagger. This is a song for all that goes unsaid. This is a song for being the garnish. This is a song for being expendable. This is a song for doing what you do. This is a song for consultants. This is a song for willed amnesia. This is a song for rhetoric. This is a song for hyperbole. This is a song for ahistorical narratives. This is a song for collaborating. (collaborator) This is a song for photogenic scenes. This is a song for screaming I was there it wasn’t like that. This is a song to sing while mopping. This is a song for paperwork. This is a song for the means to the end(s) and the ends to the means. This is the chorus, this is the bridge. When you can’t find a friend, you still got the radio.