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Face of the Oppressor
04:03
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We knew him from a TV show
He was just a benign asshole
Not one who could do you any damage
But looking back I see it now
They had figured how
To normalize the face of the oppressor
Bobby was my closest friend
We swore blood brothers to the end
But our philosophies would often differ
Nothing I could do or say
Would’ve changed his mind that day
As he fell into the arms of the oppressor
And he’s clearly not the only one
Who was taken for a fool
But now hatred’s on the rise
Civil liberties denied
The oppressor’s bound to lose
The vanquished from his side
Disillusioned and battle-scarred
Bobby sometimes takes out his guitar
He has a fantasy he likes to tell me
He turns it up loud as it can get
Shouts, “You’re not my president”
And shoves it right up in the face of the oppressor
In his face
We're gonna take that tyrant down
We're gonna take that tyrant down
We're gonna take that tyrant down
We're gonna take that tyrant down
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Spam Folder
02:56
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You should be in a grotto
Incommunicado
Away from population
With your bad information
It’s true
I got a place just for you
You keep tryin’
Climate denyin’
All your fake news
Givin’ me the blues
Now
You’ve taken your final bow
Gotta send you to my spam folder
You’ll be sittin’ there gettin’ older
Hope you like it in my spam folder
You just bought yourself a cold shoulder
Here’s lookin’ at you
Highlighted in blue
You think you can bombard me
With lies from Kelly Conway
The crap that you’re spoutin’
Would only lead to shoutin’
By me
And that’s not what I need
Tell your fascist boyfriend
To think before he hits send
Right wing propaganda
Read me my Miranda
And go
Back to your hate radio
Now you’re livin’ in my spam folder
You’ll be in there gettin’ older
Hope you like it in my spam folder
You’ll get nothing but a cold shoulder
Here’s lookin’ at you
Highlighted in blue
I can’t see you now
Without scrolling down
Spam folder (8x)
We’d like you to enjoy your stay in our spam folder…
For your convenience there’s a lavatory located on your left…
To your right you’ll see a Jacuzzi!
We have all cable, Netflix, whatever that Amazon thing is…
And of course…we have Wi-Fi…
Here’s lookin’ at you
Highlighted in blue
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3. |
We're The Resistance!
04:08
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Can you hear the drumming
Of marching in the street
We’re here to take you down, sir
Not for a meet ‘n greet
You think you’ve got a mandate
That’s your fatal flaw
You’re only Putin’s puppet
You’re not above the law
CHORUS:
It’s not over
We’re still here
We’re the resistance
And we will persevere
Listen to that drum beat
Getting louder still
Your illegal ties to Russia
Will be come out on The Hill
Illegal cash from Chinese trademarks
Election tampering from June
All these days of judgment
Are coming for ya soon
It’s not over
We’re still here
We’re the resistance
And we will persevere
GTR SOLO
(CHORUS)
The drums are more than deaf’ning now
But you can’t hear a thing
You’re down in Mar-a-Lago
The fiefdom of a king
Your moral abdication
Your Russian rendezvous
We’re talking about treason
We’re looking right the at you
(CHORUS)
First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America, 1791:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
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4. |
My Breitbart Sweetheart
02:19
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Nothing’s too sour, nothing’s too tart
For my Breitbart sweetheart
She’s had to learn to swallow so hard
My Breitbart sweetheart
None of the facts, none of the time
I count myself lucky she’s all freakin’ mine
My little contessa, my little fraulein
My Breitbart sweetheart
She likes men who rule with a strong hand
My Breitbart sweetheart
And we’ll keep our guns just like the lord planned
My Breitbart sweetheart
Screw all the poor, they can do without
She’s got all 90 books Ann Coulter’s put out
So keep your hands out of my sauerkraut
My Breitbart sweetheart
Here we are in downright alt-right bliss
If this isn’t it, then
Who knows what happiness is?
She’s got a framed picture of Eva Braun
My Breitbart sweetheart
Next to her MAGA hat and Genghis Khan
My Breitbart sweetheart
Always judgmental and quick to condemn
She swears like a sailor, she sure is a gem
If I wanted class I’d have married a dem…o-crat
Not my Breitbart sweetheart
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Is this the new normal, is this who we are…
The subjects of a wanna-be commissar
Are we really gonna turn our backs
On justice and compassion?
Why are we so ready to throw it away
Have we forgotten who we are today
Or should we all abandon kindness
‘Cause it’s out of fashion?
I never thought that this could happen here
We’re in the hands of a known racketeer
And every day feels like we’re going backwards
Whoa-o, from the east to the west
From the heart of the city that I love best
Whoa-o, from the north to the south
America I don’t know you now
And what about the climate and the environment
Someday we’ll wake and wonder where they went
And this plan for deportation
Could ruin us and break our spirit
But as I’m feeling frustrated today
I’ve gotta still remember what we say
Let them go low and we’ll go high
And we won’t fear it
We are a nation of immigrant souls
And no one tyrant can alter our goals
If we stay together and above it
Whoa-o, from the Mojave sand
To the Great Smoky Mountains to the Rio Grande
Whoa-o, have we broken our vow?
America I don’t know you now
SOLO
We are the people and we’ve got to save
The land of the free and the home of the brave
From a leader who can’t understand it
Whoa-o, from the east to the west
From the heart of the city that I love best
Whoa-o, from the north to the south
America I don’t know you now
Whoa-o, from the Mojave sand
To the Great Smoky Mountains to the Rio Grande
What happened here, I’m still wondering how
America I don’t know you now
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