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Boom, Click
03:04
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The invitations sent on tasteful ocher stock in serif-ed bold
Some politicians, lobbyists, and their escorts name in gold
"Come one! Come all! To a party in your honor
It will be a soiree to remember!"
And a pleasure to behold
"You're on the list. The open bar is stocked with top-shelf fare
A coat-check and a valet. Rubbing elbows, open air"
All the Right-Wing bigwigs, and the N.R.A, and Televangelists
All dancing to their paid for, licensed, music and all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
What is going on? They cannot understand that sound. And all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They can't figure out the sound: the bass is banging much too loud
It's raining death and blood is spilling on the dance floor
Dark
The beat kicks in
Feet start to move
The lights flick on my eyes are filled with the sights of wrinkled white men in suits
Ice sculptures and gaudy chandeliers refract the white light into ironic rainbow tears
And they don't realize they're doomed
With their bleached white teeth, fake tits, and exceptional veneers
Their thousand dollar suits will be nothing but ash when I'm through
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
What is going on? They cannot understand that sound. And all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They're slipping on the blood of their constituents
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They're screaming out at the top of their lungs
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They can't figure out the sound: the bass is banging much too loud
It's raining death and blood is spilling on the dance floor
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2. |
No Thanks
03:08
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I'm not thankful for the way you treat yourself
I'm not thankful for another lonely night
I'm not thankful for the criminally little that we talk
But I'm thankful that you seem to be alright
I'm not thankful for my constant lack of money
I'm not thankful that I cannot buy your drinks
I'm not thankful that you have another life without me
But I'm thankful that you seem to be alright
Yeah I'm thankful to know you but I'll never claim to understand why you do this to yourself
I'm not thankful that you've been tied to that anchor
Or that the captain is planning a throw into the sea
I'm not thankful that that motherfucker is out to get you
But I'm hopeful that is where you want to be
I'm not thankful that I don't know where I stand with you
I'm not thankful that I can't put up a fight
I'm not thankful that I have no say in this matter
But I'm thankful that you seem to be alright
Yeah I'm thankful to know you but I'll never claim to understand why you do this to yourself
But I'm thankful that you seem to be alright
I'm not thinking that I'm better off without you
And truth be told I'd love to have you here
I'm not thankful that I've been cut out of your life
But I'm thankful that you're still a part of mine
And I'm thankful that you seem to be alright
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3. |
O Kavanaugh
04:15
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Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh, O
Be careful when you go to sleep tonight
Kavanaugh, Kavanuagh, O
Check your corners when you kill the lights tonight
The party you've subscribed to will sell you up the street
The second they get any word of judicial integrity
The ABA and your alma mater really don't believe in you
Neither do your classmates or friends you had in school
Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh, O
Be careful when you drive your car tonight
Kavanaugh, Kavanuagh, O
Check your brakes before you start your car tonight
The only thing to do is drink your days are long your future is bleak
Your only friend is the bottle now you hide it well but they all know
Your wife is making all new friends and not introducing you to them
You think she's talking about you, and you're right
Margaret and Liza are in the public eye and seeing you for the first time
There's nothing you can do the damage has been done
Your reputation follows you around
Everywhere you go and everything you do the press and people follow you
Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh, O
Your family is absolutely safe tonight
Kavanaugh, Kavanuagh, O
Who cares that your morality is bunk
When your vision is doubled you're seeing red
Self-righteous rage, your rapist eyes can see
That the only problem is other people
Everyone is looking at you
Everything you do is scrutinized
There isn't any way out
Everyone is out to get you
Better have another beer
And visit that nice woman down the street
Who makes you feel alive
Unlike that plastic shell of an embarrassment that is your wife
Your life is hell, you need another drink
Bodyguards are sleeping on the job
And lax gun laws make you a very easy target
Better drink your beer, another one
And grab that cocked and loaded gun beside your bed
Cry out into the silence say that you've done nothing wrong
Nobody is listening and God has turned his back on you
Everyone is nice to you only out of courtesy
You have no real friends
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger and blow your brains all out
To end this hell ballet that is your life
And save your country while you can
The world would be better off tonight
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Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord.
See angels flying above, then walk on clouds to see The Pearly Gates
There are no con-men allowed. No lies, no grifts, and no fake universities
Hark! The Angels sing their songs
Then up comes Peter with his lists and his psalms, and he says
"Hell is too good for you, Donny - to torture you unending ways
No. We need something more suitable to your particular tastes"
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
Gonna take you to meet the Lord.
You're falling to the Earth now, the wind is moving fast
Your flesh is being ripped away, new skin put into its place, new clothes on your back
You are now penniless
Living in your own curated world of cruelty
All of your surgery is gone
Nobody recognizes who you might have been
But at least there's still the news
But something is amiss
It's only a year since your passing and no one remembers your name
The only thing that they know about you is collective anger and shame
And so we sing
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Donny boy, O Donny boy, the rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
Gonna take you to meet the Lord.
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