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Flimflam

by Lopker

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Bamboozle 02:17
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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, 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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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
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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released July 26, 2021

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Welcome. I like to make songs. Not autobiographical. Just for fun. Songs about current events and human values.

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