This track from Guster’s 2006 album Ganging Up on the Sun is apparently about the G.W. Bush administration’s propaganda surrounding the war with Iraq.

That was a bad period in American politics, to be sure, but it’s hard to look back at any of the national crises pre-Trump and not think we were all completely oblivious to what a true Oval Office threat to American democracy would look like.

[Verse 1: Ryan Miller]
Welcome, you’re under control
And buried like a mole
A thousand feet below

[Verse: Miller]
Waiting, we’re all that we’ve got
Our reputation’s shot
A ninety storey fall

[Chorus: Miller & Adam Gardner]
No one here can make a sound
We’re all ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground

[Verse 2: Miller]
Pipe down, stay under control
It’s getting so absurd
Soon everything will turn

[Bridge: Miller]
It’s our time to see the sun
There’ll be a crack and our day will come
Maybe then we’ll be the ones
You never can be sure, the shot heard ’round the world

[Chorus: Miller & Gardner]
No one here can make a sound
We’re just ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground

[Chorus: Miller & Gardner]
No one here can make a sound
We’re just ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground

[Chorus: Miller & Gardner]
All the walls are coming down
We’re still hanging around
We are digging in the trenches
Of the new underground

(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
(Yeah, I got it, uh-huh, all right)
(Uh-huh, all right, yeah, uh-huh)
(Uh huh, I got it, morning, I know you are)
(I got it, I got it, make that shit funky, yeah)