Conservative Gun with a Liberal Magazine

The lion's mane was made of straw
The mouse lit the match and caught it all
The roar ran up into your room
You weren't prepared for what to do

From towers high to streets below
You heard the screams, how could you know
It was the end of the world, and it was already tomorrow

We caught him at the scene of the crime
We held our breath and took our time
He let us take him without a fight
There was nothing left after last night

From court rooms to the guillotine
It was everything you would have never seen
From the tea party to your popular liberal magazine

He spoke no words but said too much
They cut the feed, having heard enough
Revolution is an act of fear
We know they do not want him here

But we don't know why, we're afraid to ask
Freedom is such an arduous task
And ignorance has stood in its place so well in the past