Revolutionary Tunes

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  • Christie Falling Star
    There is a man down in New Jersey
    They call the falling star
    And he’s been the ruin of many a small town
    He pushed Fort Lee too far
    He’s got one foot on our bridges
    The other foot on our neck
    That Christie Gang shook us down
    And left our town a wreck
    Now the only thing a tyrant needs
    Is a suitcase of Sandy cash
    And the only way we get relief
    Is when we kiss his ass
    That falling star was a bully
    A thug and a thief
    He stole the trust of the people
    In the garden of New Jersey
    He stole the trust of the people
    In the garden of New Jersey
    3 min
  • Dirty Bill O'Reilly Tango
    Dirty Bill O'Reilly
    Your vacation's overdue
    Nobody will miss you
    Nobody will kiss you
    Fox News will dismiss you
    Get some rest and relaxation
    Your castration has begun
    The O'Reilly Factor's done
    You had your little fun
    Now's your chance to be a man
    To apologize while you can
    Before all the facts are told
    Before your brain get's too old
    Will you tell the truth
    Or try to spin?
    Will you face the facts
    Or try to win?
    Dirty Bill O'Reilly
    Let the games begin
    Dirty Bill O'Reilly
    Will you tell the truth or spin?
    Dirty Bill O'Reilly
    Let the games begin
    2 min
  • Fortune Teller | Human Extinction
    Walking down the street I saw a sign
    "Your Fortune Told: Yours and Mine"
    I look in the window, I see her face
    She smiles at me in all upper case
    I open the door, I walk inside
    She stares at me with tropical eyes
    Fortune teller, what's my fate?
    She says: "Oh no, it's way too late"
    Help me please, I need to know
    She says "Careful what you're wishing for"
    Fortune teller read my future for me
    She says "Honey, you haven't got any"
    Then she locks the door, turned off the light
    Lit a tiny red candle that burned all night
    In the morning I whispered "What did you mean?"
    She just laughed and put me back between
    A finger on my back circles round and round
    I try to roll over but she holds me down
    What's the future of humanity?
    She says "That will require minor surgery"
    Her fingernail cuts ten letters in my skin
    Two naked bodies one shaking from within
    Are we doomed to extinction?
    Is it really too late?
    Those ten bloody letters spelled
    "ITS ALL FATE"
    I-T-S A-L-L F A-T-E
    No apostrophe
    No apology
    That afternoon I inquire again
    How long do we have, can you tell me when?
    She pumps her milk into my tippee cup
    And tells me "Our future is all used up"
    I knew down deep she might be right
    I kissed her twice and squeezed her tight
    Walking down the street I saw a sign
    "Your Fortune Told: Yours and Mine"
    Walking down the street I saw a sign
    "Your Fortune Told: Yours and Mine"
    Walking down the street I saw a sign
    "Your Fortune Told: Yours and Mine"
    4 min
  • Patriot 1984
    The Patriot Citizens for Religious Freedom Act
    Down is up, right is left, right is wrong
    And your brain is hacked
    When they want to make a law to restrict your liberty
    They'll name it just the opposite
    Something more warm and fuzzy
    They think your liberty needs to be restrained
    So that you can be truly free
    Doublethink starts working on your brain
    Let's call that Freedomfugacy
    When they want to make a law to invade your privacy
    They'll name it quite the opposite
    Something oh so yummy
    They think your secrets needs to be surveilled
    To keep your privacy unveiled
    Doublethink is alive and well
    Let's call that Patriocity
    Dear Mr. Orwell may we call you George?
    It took a little longer but it's 1984
    When they want to make a law to impose their own belief
    They'll call it something different
    Just like any common thief
    Do you vote for wolves disguised in sheep's clothing
    Because you think they eat the same thing you're loathing?
    That's Doublethink you see
    They call that Religiosity
    When they want to pretend that they speak for you and me
    They will do that oh so surreptitiously
    Do you think they have your happiness in mind?
    Do you really think your interests are aligned?
    That's when Doublethink really shines
    They call that Bourgeoisocity
    Dear Mr. Orwell, may we call you George?
    It took a little longer but it's 1984
    The Patriot Citizens for Religious Freedom Act
    Up is down, left is right, right is wrong
    And the egg is cracked
    The Patriot Citizens for Religious Freedom Act
    Down is up, right is wrong, right is wrong
    Right and wrong, wrong is right
    And your brain is hacked
    Down is up, right is left, wrong is right
    And your brain is hacked
    6 min
  • Dung Slinging Men
    Get out of town all you guns for hire
    Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
    Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
    Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
    Donald Trump, comb your cotton candy hair
    When the big boss fires you
    Will anybody care?
    O'Reilly, they’re laughing at you Bill
    Now do it again! Do it live!
    Up on Bullshit Hill
    Sean Hannity, you could have been a priest
    If you did not see all progress as a
    Sign of the Beast
    Mark Levin likes to sling it through his nose
    And if you ever listen
    You might even say it grows
    Get out of town all you guns for hire
    Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
    Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
    Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
    Rush Limbaugh, the master mouth of fear
    When you find the promised land
    Will you buy a souvenir?
    Alex Jones, the conspiracy savant
    When the zombies come for you
    Will you give em what they want?
    John Stossel, come on give me a break
    How much does it cost to
    Sell your soul to a snake?
    Rupert Murdoch, and your Evil News Empire
    When the final facts are checked
    Will they dignify the liar?
    Get out of town all you guns for hire
    Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
    Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
    Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
    Ann Coulter, the foxy Queen of Snark
    If love paid more than hate
    Would you change your royal bark?
    Glen Beck throws it Paranoid Style
    Joe McCarthy and Johnny Birch
    Would walk you down the aisle.
    Michael Savage, the enemy lives within
    Will you save yourself from
    The monster living underneath your skin?
    Laura Ingraham, please don’t come in my ear.
    There’s no time for that my friend
    As closing time draws near
    Get out of town all you guns for hire
    Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
    Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
    Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
    Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
    5 min
  • Fun Gucker
    Fun Gucker | Violence Protest Song
    Copyright John Lopker 2016. All Rights Reserved. LYRICS:
    Fun gucker can you hear?
    There's a body over here
    Fun gucker where you been?
    Did you hear what happened then
    Fun gucker can you smell?
    Gun powder where he fell
    Fun gucker can you taste?
    Blood dripping from his face
    Fun gucker can you say?
    He deserved to die today
    Fun gucker can you see?
    He's just like you and me
    Fun gucker can you feel?
    The pain of a mama's squeal
    Fun gucker can you feel?
    the pain of a father's squeal
    Fun gucker can you feel?
    The pain of a child's squeal
    Fun gucker can you feel?
    The pain of a mama's squeal
    Fun gucker can you feel?
    2 min
  • Your Little Boy
    Mommy, can you hear me?
    I’m your little boy
    Delivered from eternity
    Into your ocean of joy
    Mommy, I’m your little boy
    I am not a mistake
    I’m just a little guy
    Waiting for my first break
    My first breath, and my first cry
    Mommy, I’m your little boy
    Now that you and I are one
    Our courage must be found
    When they tell us to run
    We have to stand our ground
    Mommy, I’m your little boy
    And if you can’t keep me
    Give me to parents who can
    It’s OK to set me free
    I’ll always be your little man
    Thank you Mommy for letting me be
    And giving me a voice
    Thank you Mommy for loving me
    And making me your choice
    Mommy, I’m your little boy
    Mommy, I’m your little boy
    3 min
  • Bernie Sanders Song | Woke Up This Morning
    Bernie Sanders Song | Woke Up This Morning
    Copyright 2016 John Lopker. All Rights Reserved. LYRICS:
    I woke up this morning feeling the Bern
    Something inside me starting to squirm
    I woke up this morning washed my face
    Feeling the Bern all over the place
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    I woke up this morning feeling so firm
    I smelt the coffee, I felt the Bern
    I woke up this morning in the United States
    Feeling the Bern all over the place
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    Can you feel the Bern? Can you feel the Bern?
    Feel the Bern? Feel the Bern? Yao!
    2 min
  • Rapture Coming I Gotta Go
    We don't believe in the rule of law
    We have magical authority
    We got one book that splains it all
    And we're sticking to our story
    We don't believe in Adam and Steve
    We don't approve of Jill and Jane
    Unless you're gonna procreate
    We propose that you abstain
    We don't believe what we don't know
    Until the preacher tells us so
    Hana mana mona mike
    The rapture's coming I gotta go
    We don't believe in science
    We don't care about your facts
    We got one book that splains it all
    And fills in all the gaps
    We don't believe in evolution
    We don't care it might be true
    Armageddon's our solution
    Our hope and our world view
    We don't believe what we don't know
    Until the preacher tells us so
    Hana mana mona mike
    The rapture's coming I gotta go
    We don't believe in climate change
    Global warming is a hoax
    Maybe we seem a little strange
    But we're the chosen folks
    We don't believe in questioning
    That's the playground of the devil
    We got all the answers
    And home school to that level
    We don't believe what we don't know
    Until the preacher tells us so
    Hana mana mona mike
    Barcelona bona strike
    Harrico barrico we wac wo
    The rapture's coming I gotta go
    We don't believe what we don't know
    Until the preacher tells us so
    Hana mana mona mike
    Barcelona bona strike
    Harrico barrico we wac wo
    The rapture's coming, I gotta go
    4 min
  • Micahel Flynn Ballad
    Michael Flynn Ballad | Lopker Protest Song
    Copyright 2017 John Lopker. All Rights Reserved. LYRICS:
    I hired Michael Flynn
    I thought he'd be just fine
    Told him to cover my ass
    He told me to resign
    I hire the best people
    The biggest Wall Street bankers
    I hired Kellyanne
    Damn I'd like to spank her!
    I hired Michael Flynn
    To be my little whore
    To help Putin make me win
    To wage a global war
    I hire the best people
    The super uber loyal
    I hire the best people
    To sell my Trump snake oil
    I hired Michael Flynn
    To be my little bitch
    To do my dirty work
    With the Russian super-rich
    I hire the best people
    The best and biggest donors
    I hire the best people
    The ones with the biggest boners
    I hired Michael Flynn
    He told me to resign
    2 min

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Revolutionary tunes for your revolutionary pleasure. Let's stop this Trump/Musk/MAGA/Stupidity takeover, let's do it! Please share if you like the song. Many thanks, all the best! -- John Lopker