Revolutionary Tunes

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  • Trump Beaten Blues
    He wanted to be emperor, but had no clothes
    Just a clown suit and red rubber nose
    A stranger to the truth, a pathological liar
    When he opened his mouth, beware buyer!
    A bully, a fraud, a sad soulless cretin
    This is the story of a man who was beaten
    Skilled at scams, but in real business he failed
    If he owed you cash, the check was in the mail
    Loan him your money, a bankruptcy followed
    Loan him your heart, a divorce you swallowed
    A barrel of laughs, a dumpster full of lies
    A closet full of cheap Chinese neck ties
    He loved money, dictators, murderers and thugs
    He loved Mr. Putin, his puppet master bud
    Hated babies, gays, veterans, and blacks
    Hated democracy, science, knowledge, and facts
    Hated women, Mexicans, Muslims, and the Jew
    Even hated himself, but that's not hard to do
    He suckered his believers into Trump Institute
    And they saw firsthand how he made his loot
    While our sons or daughters were killed in action
    He dodged the draft
    All those deaths just an abstraction
    He pretended to be godly for the evangelical
    Told them he put a camel through the eye of a needle
    He tried to sell America for a few gold coins
    Made a deal with Putin to see democracy destroyed
    But the people fought back and that loser failed
    Our democracy survived and we sent him to jail
    A bully, a fraud, a sad soulless cretin
    That's the story of a man who was beaten
    3 min
  • Trumphole Insurrection
    He incited insurrection
    On the back of his Big Lie
    The loser lit the fire
    With his Trumphole battle cry
    Inciting insurrection
    Is an evil thing to do
    That's what scoundrels, fake patriots
    And wicked people do
    He attacked the USA
    With false virtue so vicious
    The loser watched with glee
    So crazy delicious
    He demanded total loyalty
    To Trumphole over country
    He wrapped himself in the flag
    To trick his Trumphole family
    So many good Trumpholes
    Ruined their lives that day
    For what? They will ask
    And who did they betray?
    Arrest, jail, legal fees, and divorce
    Loneliness, depression, locked up in prison
    The truth would have saved them
    But they would not listen
    The truth would have stopped
    The Trumphole Insurrection
    3 min
  • Donny Be Damned
    Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters
    We've entered the tent of the carnival barker
    Have mercy on his gang of angry applauders
    Praising their great leader on the way to their slaughter
    He can do no wrong in their eyes
    He's their boy king, their Lord of the Flies
    Looking for monsters to hunt and kill
    Looking everywhere but the mirror they will
    American patriots left and right
    It's getting late, it's time to fight
    American patriots across the land
    Fight for Democracy, Donny be damned
    Brave Americans, be not afraid
    Stand up to Donny's toddler tirade
    We've been attacked, we've been betrayed
    These dark times will soon fade
    Americans patriots, left and right
    It's getting late, it's time to fight
    2 min
  • Donny Trampson | MAGA SKAGA
    Helter Skelter, stop that man!
    The god-man Charlie Manson
    MAGA SKAGA, stop that man!
    The con man Donny Trampson
    Look up at him and you see a god
    Look down at him and you see evil
    Look in his eyes and you see a fraud
    A cockroach banging a beetle
    Bang Bang Bang, Donny bangs away
    Bangs the brains of true believers
    Bang Bang Bang, Donny bangs everyday
    Crazy Donny, their Dear Leader
    Sanity is a tiny box
    Too tight for Donny Trampson
    He's crazy like a fox
    Insanity is way more fun
    He don't tell you what to do
    He let you think it's your idea
    That's how Charlie controlled his crew
    That's how Donny handles his arena
    Helter Skelter, stop that man!
    The god-man Charlie Manson
    MAGA SKAGA, stop that man!
    The con man Donny Trampson
    Sanity is a tiny box
    Too tight for Donny Trampson
    He's crazy like a fox
    Insanity is way more fun
    3 min
  • Money Game
    Money don't make you happy
    We hear that all the time
    But we never really know
    Until that last bell chimes
    Money don't make you happy
    There's nothing we can buy
    We might still feel crappy
    Up until the day we die
    And on that day, we might say
    "What the Hell was I thinking?"
    I got lots of stuff
    I bought lots of friends
    But now the Grim Reaper's winking
    Oh oh no
    What do we do with all our money
    We collected so brilliantly
    Do we make the world a better place
    Or pretend that wink is friendly
    Money don't make you happy
    We hear that all the time
    But we never really know
    Until that last bell chimes
    2 min
  • Trader Joe's Song
    Pour yourself a glass of wine
    Let me tell you the story
    Of Trader Joe's a store so fine
    You might say mandatory
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Fearless Flyer Joe Coulombe
    Father of the store we love
    Thank you, your awesome!
    It all started back in '58
    With Joe's LA Pronto Markets
    Ten more years we'd have to wait
    For his plan to come to harvest
    Joe sailed the blue Caribbean
    Exploring the exotic fare
    He thought it might be fun
    To bring back what he found there
    That Stanford man had a plan
    To create a place for us
    Overeducated underpaid workers on the bus
    A place with personality
    Hawaiian shirts and nautical props
    Welcome to the warm South Seas
    The fun place to shop!
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Fearless Flyer Joe Coulombe
    Father of the store we love
    Thank you, your awesome!
    Joe opened his first TJ
    In the town of Pasadena
    On the old Arroyo Parkway
    For the rebel and the dreamer
    Pay your crew a living wage
    That's the secret, says Joe
    Keep them happy, says the sage
    You gotta lay out the dough
    Joe sold his invention
    To the gentleman named Theo
    Who carries on the intention
    Of our pioneering hero
    Now with 400 happy stores
    Joe's dream sails on strong
    And when you dance through those doors
    You'll be singing his song
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Fearless Flyer Joe Coulombe
    Father of the store we love
    Thank you, your awesome!
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Fearless Flyer Joe Coulombe
    Father of the store we love
    Thank you, your awesome!
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    Hi Ho! Trader Joe
    4 min
  • Must Have Been Sleeping
    You said that you loved me
    You told me how you cared
    You were everything I dreamed
    A dream I thought we shared
    Must have been sleeping when I slept with you
    Didn't hear the lies lying next to you
    You promised you'd stay true
    That I'm the only one
    So I wrapped myself around you
    And now we have a son
    Must have been sleeping when I slept with you
    Must have closed my eyes holding close to you
    You left me all alone now
    Your baby in my arms
    He'll grow up strong and knowing how
    To do no woman harm
    So go on where you're going
    And don't look back in time
    Or tell me I'm just dreaming now
    And your love is still mine
    You made your way like a thief in the night
    Come back today and we'll turn off the lights
    Must have been sleeping when I slept with you
    Now I dream of mornings waking up with you
    3 min
  • Mary My O My
    Once upon a time I lived in the burbs
    With the love of my life and a daughter named Mary
    We grew a green garden With veggies and herbs
    Finished dinner with a favorite old sherry
    One late summer morning the fairy tale died
    Now I'm all alone with no one to hold
    My life was built on a bed of lies
    That's what she said in the secret she told
    I'm sorry, Mary my O my
    Why couldn't I see it, why wouldn't she tell?
    It was all in her note when she ended her pain
    So I buried that man right where he fell
    My rake in his back in the hard summer rain
    I'm sorry, Mary my O my
    Reserve me a cell with twelve iron bars
    Let me surrender to fate's greater power
    I'll live out the seasons alone with my scars
    Haunted by gravestones and untended flowers
    My oh my, how seasons fly
    All things change and so do I
    One begins the other dies
    If only wisdom made us wise
    I'm sorry Mary, Mary my O my
    I'm sorry, Mary my O my
    3 min
  • Harvard Handyman
    Have you called the Harvard Handyman
    Whatever you want I heard that he can
    Have your lights gone out are you feeling teary?
    He comes equipped with both practice and theory
    Want talented hands and a good bottom line?
    Text 22-7 Oh! Oh! Oh! Nine!
    His Ivy League dreams fell through the cracks
    Working in an office nearly broke his back
    Now he drives a truck to escape the grind
    And once in a while he gets a little behind
    But darling I wouldn't waste any time
    Text 22-7 Oh! Oh! Oh! Nine!
    I can give you his card if you need some repairs
    Whatever you like just tell him where
    Yeah check out his toolbox and give him a plan
    His head's as fine as his capable hands
    Let him fix things up don't die on the vine
    Text 22-7 Oh! Oh! Oh! Nine!
    When your self-esteem's shattered he'll fix it up fine
    Text 22-7 Oh! Oh! Oh! Nine!
    Maybe you shouldn't but it's pretty well known
    He takes care of things when you're all alone
    Honey call the Harvard Handyman
    Whatever you want you know he can
    I said maybe you shouldn't
    But it's pretty well known
    He takes care of things
    When your all alone
    3 min
  • Far From Home
    Pulled into town about twelve o'clock
    Looking for a place to sleep
    Stood in line at the Stop N Shop
    Got something filling and cheap
    Went to my room and popped a beer
    Pulled a Gideon from the dresser drawer
    Thumbed the pages till one came clear
    Like always John chapter four
    Far from home in an enemy quarter
    Jesus spoke to a woman like me
    Offered her a taste of living water
    Forgave her and set her free
    Didn't take them long to track me down
    I don't have the skills of a con
    They found me in a little border town
    Where I was trying to sell my gun
    Maybe it's prison that's keeping me sane
    I'm so weary of running away
    Freedom's no good when it comes with pain
    Freedom’s in truth or so they say
    If Huntsville were Samaria
    I'd sit here by this well
    Until the prophet found me
    And called me from my cell
    Like the woman of Samaria
    My life's not what I planned
    I shaped my heart to fit the love
    Of a Texas outlaw man
    When things went bad, I left him dead
    Poisoned the well and then I ran
    And now that gospel story
    Haunts me like his hands
    The path I took was the path I saw
    I can't say that things are much worse
    If I'd stayed with him and took any more
    I know he'd have killed me first
    It's John who holds me to the woman inside
    And she's more than the tears and the scars
    She is the one who can testify
    Not all prisons are made of bars
    Far from home in an enemy quarter
    Jesus spoke to a woman like me
    Offered her a taste of living water
    Forgave her and set her free
    Forgave her and set her free
    4 min

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