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You got something growing in your womb
It's turning gray and will die real soon
Your belly will be its tiny tomb
Even if it kills you
You may beg and you may plead
You may kneel and ask pretty please
You may cry and you may weep
But you can't escape the cruelty
You must carry your dying fetus
Your doctor shall not remove it
Even if it destroys your uterus
Or kills you
Republicans will not permit
You are not close enough to death
You must wait until your very last breath
You must wait until your face turns blue
Before doctors can help you
Republican Cruelty
You may beg and you may plead
You may kneel and ask pretty please
You may cry and you may weep
But you cannot escape the cruelty
Republican cruelty
Republican cruelty
Republican cruelty
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American Taliban
02:02
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We are the American Taliban
We are watching you
We want our freedom
We want yours too
We destroy democracy
Everybody will obey
The rules of our theocracy
In the good ole USA
We are god's vigilantes
Hunting down infidels
Until we control everybody
That's what we call liberty
We are the American Taliban
We are watching you
We want our freedom
We want yours too
You must conform
To our way of life
You must reform
Your evil mind
We are the American Taliban
We are watching you
We want our freedom
We want yours too
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Too many times daddy had his way
She was way too young to know
He told her Jesus wants her to obey
That God will kill if she don't
Then, one day, her egg dropped in place
That night his swimmers attacked
Searching for an egg to penetrate
As she lie crying on her back
Her life is a deep dark well
She struggles to understand
Impregnated by daddy at twelve
An evangelical MAGA man
Her body don't belong to daddy
Preachers or MAGA Republicans
She make them so unhappy
When she refuses to obey the MAN
Those men can't know what it's like
To stand inside her shoes
Attacked at 12 in the middle of the night
Then told girls have no right to choose
She owns her body. She raises her fist!
Punches her vote against Republicans
Against daddy, the priests, and rapists
Punches 'til she's is free from MAGA men
You own your body. Raise your fist!
Punch your vote against Republicans
Against daddy, the priests, and rapists
Punch 'til you're free from MAGA men
Free from the crazy, free from tyranny
Punch em hard until you're free
Punch em hard until you're free
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Dicky was feeling extra rapey
When the Extreme Court dropped the bomb
Oh My God, now he can make a baby
He can even choose the mom!
Dicky always wanted to be a Dad
But his victims did not agree
Always made him feel so sad
When the women chose to clean
Dicky gonna make some children
Thank you TrumpVangelicals
Thank you American Taliban
Dicky making some boys and girls
Dicky gonna hunt for a wife
Pick a mother for his child
Pack his rope and knife
Pray to God and smile
Thank You Jesus! Thank You Lord!
Thank you Supreme Taliban Court
Dicky's gonna be a Daddy
Mother, don't you dare abort
Thank You Jesus! Thank You Lord!
Thank you Supreme Taliban Court
Dicky's gonna be a Daddy
Mother, don't you dare abort
Mother, don't you dare abort
Mother, don't you dare abort
Dicky's gonna be a Daddy
Mother, don't you dare abort
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The doctor will not treat you
For the miscarriage you suffer
There's nothing we can do
For Emergency Room mothers
The state controls your health care
More specifically, the Church
Hospitals do not dare
Let the doctor put you first
Good bye. You're going home
That's what the lawyers say
You can suffer all alone
Until you skin turns gray
Goodbye. Don't come back
Until your temperature's 105
Wait until your blood turns black
And you're barely alive
When you're sick enough to treat
When you're close enough to death
When you say pretty please
With your last stinking breath
When you scream in pain
And bleed fast enough
When you circle the drain
And pray to the Man above
Then maybe we will treat you
For the miscarriage you suffer
Wait til your face turns blue
Emergency Room mother
When you're sick enough to treat
When you're close enough to death
When you say pretty please
With your last stinking breath
When you scream in pain
And bleed fast enough
When you circle the drain
And pray to the Man above
Then maybe we will treat you
For the miscarriage you suffer
When there's nothing we can do
For the Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!
Emergency room mother
Emergency room mother
Emergency room mother
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We want our freedum
To hell with society
We are American
We need to be free
Free to live our fantasy
Free to believe conspiracy
Free to reject expert opinion
Free to follow superstition
Free to dwell in fear and hate
Free to terrorize the civilized state
Free to resist enlightened changes
Free to return to the Dark Ages
Freedum, Freedum, Freedum
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Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government
She’s too young to drive
But old enough to bleed
She got no place to hide
When they want to plant their seed
And when it starts to grow
She cannot say no
Her body’s not her own, no no no
Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government
Then one day it killed her
It got stuck inside her tube
The government told her doctor
There was nothing they could do
The doctor was arrested
For trying to save her life
The Supreme Court said
That's for the government to decide
She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"
Her preacher is still preachin'
About how she tempted them
About that girl's deadly sin
Against all the holy men
She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"
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Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government
She’s too young to drive
But old enough to bleed
She got no place to hide
When they want to plant their seed
And when it starts to grow
She cannot say no
Her body’s not her own, no no no
Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government
Then one day it killed her
It got stuck inside her tube
The government told her doctor
There was nothing they could do
The doctor was arrested
For trying to save her life
The Supreme Court said
That's for the government to decide
She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"
Her preacher is still preachin'
About how she tempted them
About that girl's deadly sin
Against all the holy men
She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"
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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
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Only 10 years old
Ohio said she can't
Only 10 years old
Raped and pregnant
Ohio told her no
No No No
Ohio told the 10 year old
They told her:
"Little girl be happy
It's a blessing in disguise
A golden opportunity
Your participation prize
Your body may not make it
But you're certainly going to try
Whatever doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger all the time"
A time to be happy
A blessing in disguise
A golden opportunity
Your participation prize
Only 10 years old
Ohio told her no
Ohio told her
No No No
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Supreme Stench
02:32
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The Supreme Stench of America
A theocracy not a court
The Taliban of America
Rotten to the core
This is not a nightmare
From nightmares you wake up
This is our reality
Doomed by a court corrupt
You can smell it across the USA
You can smell it around the earth
All across the Milky Way
And throughout the universe
Our little spaceship earth
Hotter and hotter and hotter
We will get what we deserve
Foolish little earthling squatters
The Supreme Stench of America
A theocracy not a court
The Taliban of America
Rotten to the core
You can smell it across the USA
You can smell it around the earth
All across the Milky Way
And throughout the universe
We will get what we deserve
We will get what we deserve
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12. |
Talibangelical Blues
01:43
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Got a bible in my hand
Pistol in my boot
Tattoo on my ass
Says "Jesus Love You"
We always vote Republican
Cause we don't really care
The rapture's coming
And we'll be out of here
After we destroy the Earth
God will have his turn
Torturing all the heathens
Burn Baby Burn!
Our religion is the best
The only one that's true
If you not talibangelical
We got nothing for you
We always vote Republican
The crazier the better
Conspiracies are American
And we are super-spreaders
We don't want democracy
Don't want what good for all
We care only for ourselves
Build that wall!
We are Christian soldiers
Fighting a holy war
Against education and science
And ideas we deplore
We don't want to separate
Our religion and the state
We want to rule the land
With anger and with hate
This is really is nothing new
We've always been around
Just a different hat
And a new bunch of clowns
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I'm HerShall Walker
I wanna tell you what to do
I'm HerShall Walker
I want power over you
Do as I say not as I do
Remember to pray
To the one telling you
To me, myself, and I
Your life is secondary
To my lust for power
I wanna be a senator
I wanna sit in that tower
Me, myself, and...
I'm gonna tell you what to do
I'm gonna show you my badge
I'm gonna make it so hard on you
Tell me, who's your daddy?
There'll be no exceptions
For the health of your mother
For rape or incest
Ten year olds or any other
Oh, wait! Let me say
My rules won't apply
To females I impregnate
To me, myself, or I
I'm HerShall Walker
And there's a MeShall Exception
Cause I'm stupid famous
And crazy about conception
Oh yeah, that's what I say
My rules won't apply
To females I impregnate
To me, myself, or I
I'm HerShall Walker
I wanna tell you what to do
I'm HerShall Walker
I want power over you
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Lopker Los Angeles, California
Welcome. I like to make songs. Not autobiographical. Just for fun. Songs about current events and human values.
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