You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go broke—I've got billionaire
The swamp he swore he’d drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar. Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns — the
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more. Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
The swamp he swore he’d drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar. Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns — the
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more. Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go broke—I've got billionaire
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more. Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more.
Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie no more, Your schemes and your cons, we’re tired to the core. We’ve had enough of chaos, the bluster, and the show, Pack your bags, Don, it’s time to go! Chorus Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more.
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go broke—I've got billionaire
The swamp he swore he’d drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar. Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns — the
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go broke—I've got billionaire
The swamp he swore he’d drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar. Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns — the
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more. Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie