Here's to the Brain of Donald Trump
For underneath his ego, the man is made of lies
If you listen to his rhetoric, senseless racism you'll find
Whoa the money in his fat wallet hides a thousand crimes
His calender's lyin' when it reads the present time
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Donald Trump, find yourself another country to be part of
Here's to the speeches of Donald Trump
So full of hate and bigotry, you just don't understand
As they speak of deportation for anyone who's tan
Block the poor ol' Muslims from entering the land
The speeches show no sympathy for the fellow man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Donald Trump find yourself another country to be part of
Here's to the supporters of Donald Trump
Ignorant assholes with brains the size peas
Spreading hate and bigotry misogyny and sleaze
With their confederate swastikas flying in the breeze
Will American patriots will exterminate this disease?
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Donald Trump find yourself another country to be part of
Here's to the crimes of Donald Trump
On Pedophile Island he committed child rape
Sexual assault admissions that were caught on tape
Bribing politicians that big orange ugly ape
The truth is so self-evident that there is no escape
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Donald Trump find yourself another country to be part of
Here's to the church of Donald Trump
Soulless brain dead hypocrites false Christianity
Seeing nothing wrong with Trump's profanity
Creation science talking snakes insane churchanity
Spitting in the face of all humanity
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Donald Trump find yourself another country to be part of
Worse than Trump are the people who voted for him!
ReplyDeleteHere's to the State of Mississippi
ReplyDeleteBy Phil Ochs
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Here's to the state of Mississippi,
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For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
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If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.
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whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
G Em Am D
the calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
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Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
G Em D G
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of!
And here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them when they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And, here's to the judges of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions of their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the trial is always short
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns
And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the Mississippi way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the churches of Mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
We love you President Trump!
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