You hear us, even with earplugs,
the din is deafening, the signage singes your eyes.
Dear Cory, Senator Gardner, the cards keep
arriving in Yuma, Denver, Ft. Collins and Pueblo,
in Washington, at your senate office, at home,
at your mother's house,
they keep coming,
we keep standing outside your door,
calling you on the phone,
and we'll keep doing it,
until you listen and act for us,
or until 2020 when we vote you out,
whichever is sooner.