Victory Garden Songtext

In this post-fact modern age
Where rage is all the rage
Chickens roost at the door
My Sunday Parade insists
To find if I'm a fascist
Complete this here checklist
Our fruit is rotten on the vine

Remember way
Way back when I say
When we kept a victory garden
Our clothes were hanging on the line
Warm summer days
Hot august nights
Our fruit was dangling from the vine
Dangling from the vine