With his Putin altar
shining so bright
wet dreams of Vladimir
his rapture at night
lest not forget his "tough guy" camp
monster-trucking through American towns
all the while beer-belching
out the next rounds
you know the ones-
little men in tall trucks
who don't even know
those flags read out "Rump"
unless they go, go, go
flyin' through the wind
(oops! there went your wanna-be gonads
fallin' off the hitch!)
but it's their right, they believe in their grit
not so true for the filthy rich
with their cowardly slime
and selfish crimes
the caviar, their haughty lives
their Rolls ( cha-ching) and their Royce ( so fine! now get in the back, say yes to me,
untouchable, I'm so divine!)
that greedy-eyed voice echoing, it's mine
Mine, all mine!
What to do, oh what to do
Mother may I, I ask
do you think here's a task?
Of course, she says, you know what to do
for who in
their right mind wants a Russia II?...here, of all places
this land
of the red, white and blue?
If this is your wish, this is you now
behold the ashes for
we Will All fall down
and not by a devil
whose eyes bleed red
or GPS that misguides you to dread
( surely I'm not the only one with a thinking brain in my head?)
no, unfortunately it comes down to this:
bestow him his crown
and there will be No Rest
America as we know it
will no longer exist.
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With his Putin altar
shining so bright
wet dreams of Vladimir
his rapture at night
lest not forget his "tough guy" camp
monster-trucking through American towns
all the while beer-belching
out the next rounds
you know the ones-
little men in tall trucks
who don't even know
those flags read out "Rump"
unless they go, go, go
flyin' through the wind
(oops! there went your wanna-be gonads
fallin' off the hitch!)
but it's their right, they believe in their grit
not so true for the filthy rich
with their cowardly slime
and selfish crimes
the caviar, their haughty lives
their Rolls ( cha-ching) and their Royce ( so fine! now get in the back, say yes to me,
untouchable, I'm so divine!)
that greedy-eyed voice echoing, it's mine
Mine, all mine!
What to do, oh what to do
Mother may I, I ask
do you think here's a task?
Of course, she says, you know what to do
for who in
their right mind wants a Russia II?...here, of all places
this land
of the red, white and blue?
If this is your wish, this is you now
behold the ashes for
we Will All fall down
and not by a devil
whose eyes bleed red
or GPS that misguides you to dread
( surely I'm not the only one with a thinking brain in my head?)
no, unfortunately it comes down to this:
bestow him his crown
and there will be No Rest
America as we know it
will no longer exist.