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Bamboozle
02:17
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Did he suck your brain into his giant bamboozle?
It's really huge.
Bamboozle - swindle Bamboozle - deceive
Bamboozle - victimize Bamboozle - Trumpitize
He bamboozles beautifully.
He's the best bamboozler ever.
It's really, really huge.
Bamboozle
He bamboozled me
He bamboozled you
He bamboozled us
Painful but true
Bamboozle / SCAM
Bamboozled Timothy, Karen, and Roxanne
Jeremy, Tiffany, Jenny and the band
Bamboozled Aunt Mary, Little Joe, and Uncle Tom
Brothers, sisters, dads, and moms / POPPYCOCK
Bamboozled those with fanatical brains
Bamboozled those with more money to gain
Bamboozled evangelicals, the wicked, and the holy
Bamboozled some fast and some more slowly
Bamboozle / DELUSION
Bamboozled me
Bamboozled you
Bamboozled us
Painful but true
Bamboozle
Did he suck your brain into his giant bamboozle?
Bamboozle
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Billy Graham where'd you go?
Inquiring minds want to know
Are you sitting next to Jesus?
Is He washing your cold feet?
Or did you end up in the fire
Throwing brimstones at the Beast?
Billy Graham you were first
To make millions off your flock
Now TV preachers make billions
Selling prosperity gospel schlock
Billy Graham you apologized
For saying AIDS was God's revenge
But your sermon is still admired
By those that shout "Amen"
Billy Graham where'd you go?
Inquiring minds want to know
Are you sitting next to Jesus?
Is He washing your cold feet?
Or did you end up in the fire
Throwing brimstones at the Beast?
Billy Graham nuked Vietnam
Or you would have if you could
You told Dicky Nixon
A mushroom cloud would be good
Billy Graham's not a Jewish man
But he saw one on TV
You told Dicky Nixon
We can fix that you and me
Billy Graham, you pretended
To be a man of the bible
But you're just a politician
Making America greatly tribal
Billy Graham where'd you go?
Inquiring minds want to know
Are you sitting next to Jesus?
Is He washing your cold feet?
Or did you end up in the fire
Throwing brimstones at the Beast?
Did you end up in the fire
Throwing brimstones at the Beast?
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3. |
Bitcoin Beanie Baby
02:35
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I got a bitcoin for my birthday
But I don't know what to do
My bitcoin beanie baby
Really isn't very cute
Some say she is the future
Some say she will die soon
I may be a winner or a loser
But I will HODL her to the moon!
She's worth a million dollars
She's going up every day
They tell me to buy another
Before the billion dollar play
Maybe I'll just buy a pizza
And cash in all the rest
Say a little prayer to Jesus
Because I'll be truly blessed
Like the Dutch tulip
The pet rock
And the DOT.COM craze
The value of my baby
Is difficult to appraise
Popular delusion
Rockets her to the sky
The madness of the crowds
Makes her fly so high!
My bitcoin beanie baby
Is worth a lot
Until she's not
She's lives inside a bubble
That possibly will pop
I got a bitcoin for my birthday
Now I know what I will do
My bitcoin beanie baby
I will sell her to you!
My bitcoin beanie baby
I will sell her to you!
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Brainwashed Dad
02:07
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He gets his news from a crazy Fox
And the nuts on the internet
But talk radio's his drug of choice
With coffee and a cigarette
He was a real good dad, very gentle
A loving man, politically central
But driving alone in his car
Bringing home bacon from afar
He fell for the shtick on the AM dial
Got sicker and sicker with every mile
The right-wing machine washed his mind
Washed it clean, tapped his spine
They stole the father we're trying to find
Dad could see but now he's blind
Driving alone in his car
Bringing home bacon from afar
He fell for the shtick on the AM dial
Got sicker and sicker with every mile
He once was found but now he's lost
How sweet the sound of radio exhaust
The right-wing machine washed his mind
Dad could see but now he's blind
The right-wing machine washed his mind
Dad could see but now he's blind
Daddy please come back, please
Daddy please come back to us
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5. |
Bye Bye Rush Limbaugh
01:11
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Bye bye Rush Limbaugh
It's time to go
Gently down into
The Beast below
Bye bye Rush Limbaugh
It's time to pay
Time to rejoice
To celebrate
Go swiftly to your maker
Whoever that may be
70 long years of vapor
Without one drop of empathy
You brainwashed millions
From your golden cage
Used your gift of gab
To anger and enrage
You stoked the fires of fear and hate
February 17 yeah save the date
Bye Rush, it's all fate
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6. |
Cocky Jingo Rumsfeld
02:14
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On June 29, 2021
Satan called home his favorite son
Donald Henry Rumsfeld
Weapon of Mass Destruction
Killed half a million people
But Rummy died peacefully
Unrepentant, without remorse
Without reflection, of course
Rummy was right only twice in his life
The night he was born and the day he died
In between he sent our kids to war
Boys and girls mostly colored and poor
He lived inside his hermit world
Like Alice in Wonderland
Ambition over integrity
Complete irrationality
Half a million people died
Cause of Cocky Jingo Rummy pride
Military and civilian
Known and unknown
He smiled while he lied
He laughed as they died
On June 29, 2021
Satan called home his favorite son
Cocky Jingo Rumsfeld
Cocky Jingo Rumsfeld
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Dear Dalai Lama,
I hope you will read this letter
I hope you will hear our cry
I hope you will try to do better
Before we all say goodbye
Underneath your flowing robes
You're just a human being
Like all of us regular folks
And all the souls preceding
Dear Dalai Lama
Please don't kiss our children
Don't push their hand into your lap
Those are not holy functions
Please don't do that
Underneath your divine title
Your Holiness is just a man
Living out your carbon cycle
Like everyone since time began
In closing, may I ask a favor?
To remind yourself every day
We cannot escape our nature
We can only choose a different way
I hope you will read this letter
I hope you will hear our cry
I hope you will try to do better
Before we all say goodbye
Dear Dalai Lama
Dear Dalai Lama
Dear Dalai Lama
Goodnight
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8. |
Death By Defiance
02:30
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Anti-mask, anti-vax, anti-social distancing
One day you're attacked
Your throat now tingling
You got a fever, your heart quickening
You collapse, your energy dwindling
You can't shout, can't go out
For anti-science picketing
You can't breathe, you're feeling dizzy
You call a doctor but the line is busy
You need oxygen but the tanks are empty
The end is coming and you're not ready
Death is knocking on your door
You like science way more than before
You go to the hospital but they have no beds
Because they're filled with all your foolish friends
Death by defiance
Killed by anti-science
Back to the Dark Ages
Death by defiance
Finally, you get a cot in the hospital parking lot
Now you're trusting science
Trusting science more than you thought
You tell the doctor to give you the shot
But it's too late--why did you wait?
Did your freedom really taste all that great?
Death by defiance
Killed by anti-science
Back to the Dark Ages
Death by defiance
Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Round and round
We all fall down
Death by defiance
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Dung Slinging Men
04:08
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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 them 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
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10. |
Fantasyland Dead Ender
03:19
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I see Jesus in my toast
I see Elvis all the time
I like Fox abuse the most
And Talk Radio sicko slime
My religion is the best
My politics are just right
My opinions quite correct
My conspiracies bonafide
I coulda been really great
I coulda been a contender
But I really hate to cogitate
I'm a Fantasyland Dead Ender
The earth was made in seven days
6000 years ago
I don't believe in climate change
It's a flat earth, I just know
I once had Bigfoot in my sight
Holding hands with Slender Man
I got a photo in black and white
They say it looks more like Tarzan
I coulda been really great
I coulda been a contender
But I really hate to cogitate
I'm a Fantasyland Dead Ender
I made up my mind and that's that
I got my own reality
Got my own alternative facts
I got my own actuality
I don't trust my lying eyes
I don't trust your fancy words
My mind is customized
By belief in the absurd
I coulda been really great
I coulda been a contender
But I really hate to cogitate
I'm a Fantasyland Dead Ender
Fantasyland Dead Ender
Fantasyland Dead Ender
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America is really great
Exceptional we like to say
A shining city on top of the hill
The fantastic American way
That's the story we like to tell
The amazing USA!
"America is so great for us"
The invaders to the native people
"We took your land but don't worry"
"Your disease is probably lethal"
America is awfully great
Unless you're wiped out by a plague
"America is great for all"
Said the founding fathers to the voters
Well, you know, the white ones, the men
And just the wealthy landowners
America is pretty great
If you've got a big estate
"America is great for business"
Said the white man to the slave
"Africans work for free"
"That's what the bible say"
America is truly great
Unless you're the one they trade
"America is great for war"
Said the politicians to our boys
As they sent them off to Vietnam
To blow up all their toys
America is effin great
Until you got to evacuate
"America is great for guns"
Shooters in the Land of the Free
Shooting guns is so much fun
Except for the shootee
America is crazy great
Unless your the one they hate
"America is great for monopolies"
Said Jeff Bezos to his employees
He needs another billion dollars
So your wages he will squeeze
America is terribly great
When mom and pop you strangulate
"America is great for school"
Said the big banks to the students
Your loan is only half a million
Now your life is ruined
America is totally great
Hope you got a good interest rate
America is really great
Exceptional we like to say
A shining city on top of the hill
The fantastic American way
That's the story we like to tell
The amazing USA! USA! USA!
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I lost all my money
I feared missing out
So I traded my money for crypto
And lost it all somehow
A brick is not a soccer ball
But a brick you could kick
Crypto's not a currency
It's just a bunch of bullshit
What happened to all my money?
I asked Dick the Crypto bro
He grabbed my crotch and shouted
Lamborghinis, Hookers, and Blow
Lamborghinis, Hookers, and Blow
Now I got nothing left
Except some digits in an app
What a bunch of bullshit
What a bunch of crap
What happened to all my money?
I asked Dick the Crypto bro
He laughed so hard and shouted
Lamborghinis, Hookers, and Blow
Lamborghinis, Hookers, and Blow
Lamborghinis, Hookers, and Blow
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Louder than the liar
Longer than the snake
Hotter than the fire
Smoking in his brain
Louder than the liar
Stronger than the hate
Colder than the ice
Running in his veins
Louder than the liar
Louder than the liar
Bigger than that prick
Dirtier than his diaper
So stinkin' full of it
Louder than the liar
Deeper than the creep
Slicker than the slime
Thicker than the sleaze
Louder than the liar
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Mister Preacher
02:27
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Mister Preacher, I'm so sorry for your loss
And all the bodies buried with you
Denying science has a deadly cost
Preaching propaganda can't stop the truth
Mister Preacher, you're handsome and you're smart
You got the gift of gab and you're really super charming
You're a damn good actor and you sure can play the part
Why do you despise all the people you are harming?
You hypnotize your flock with hate and fear
Wasting life worried about the next
You know the next will never come
You know it's all over when it's done
Mister Preacher, your power must feel amazing
To stand up on that stage and command attention
Is it God or the Preacher the people are praising?
They raise their hands and hold reality in suspension
You hypnotize your flock with hate and fear
Wasting life worried about the next
You know the next will never come
You know it's all over when it's done
Mister Preacher, Mister Preacher
Mister Preacher, Mister Preacher
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A Penal Colony Please
For the scoundrels and the sleeze
A Penal Colony Please
For the psychopaths, egomaniacs
Politicians and CEOs
The preachers & gurus who use
Their gift of gab to fool you
And all other the power greedy bullies you know
Let's put them on a far away island
Where they can never ever escape
Where they can ply their trade and perpetrate their hate
And proclaim they are really great
Where they can scam and lie
Steal and kill, take an eye for an eye
And barbeque each other on the grill
A Penal Colony Please
For the scoundrels and the sleeze
Just say no, get up off your knees
Quit their cult of personality
Don't worship at their feet
Don't give them your money
Don't elect them to anything
Don't let them be your king
A Penal Colony Please
For the scoundrels and the sleeze
Don't put em in charge
Don't make em a star
Put em on a boat to the Colony
Where they can never escape
I hope we are not too late
Yeah, we can do this, let's make it happen
Say it with me, say it with now
A Penal Colony Please
For the scoundrels and the sleeze
REPEAT
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16. |
Rapture Coming Gotta Go
03:04
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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
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Tic Toc GOP
01:40
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Poor poor pitiful me
That's what I pretend to be
All my life in the GOP
But the clock is ticking constantly
Fox news and talk radio
Told me what to believe
Gave me Thanksgiving ammo
For my friends and family
When I meet you at the Pearly Gates
And look into your big brown eyes
I won't know what to say
I'm sorry I believed all those lies
Oh Lord, have mercy on me
Oh Lord, have mercy on me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
That's what I pretend to be
Oh Lord, have mercy on me
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