The Gerrymanders' Let it Rip

Worm crept in my head, from some wild feast,

Munchin’ my thoughts, that slimy beast.

I fought the worm and the worm won,

I fought the worm and the worm won.

They flew us in at sunrise, to a city under siege,

We marched into the crossfire — of a vegan grilled cheese.

The air was thick with danger, or maybe just the steam,

From cappuccino cannons in this grande battle scene.

You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray

To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away

But now you cheer for kings and crowns

And burn the whole thing down

Like freedom’s just a phase you’re movin’ on

Oh, the Epstein Ripper’s on the prowl,

Pumpkin Head just scowls and growls.

Secrets hidden, scandals deep,

We dance around while the creeps creep!

And the Humvees roll,

Through the towns we know,

With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows.

Yeah, the Humvees roll,

Hearts turn cold,

You can hear the silence break when the Humvees roll.

Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago

Such a crazy place (such a tacky space)

Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago

Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here

All alone in the West Wing,

He’s watchin' the news roll in...

Every city is burning,

He’s blaming it all on “them.”

He said he’d bring order,

But it’s slipping away...

The chants in the street

Are louder each day...

Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble

I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double

I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my bubble

I’m tweetin’ wild at 3AM, 'cause why be subtle?

Well the sheriff said he had ‘em,

Bundy swore they’re real,

But those papers up and vanished

Like a ghost behind the wheel.

One day they’re in the courthouse,

Next day they’re gone for good,

Funny how the truth goes missin’

When the rich say that it should.

And I’m a showman, you know what I mean,

And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen…

Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme,

I’m too sexy for the facts, too sexy for the team!

I’m too sexy for indictments,

Too sexy for arraignments,

Too sexy — I call ’em all statements.