This one, I repeat over the years (and sometimes months) in various flavors. Because I do not consider reality as anyone else does outside my very small shared social and
How can Jeff Sessions be the Unites States Attorney General when he can't remember shit? His answer to most questions in his hearing today was, "I don't recall."
Tether your soul to me
I will never let go completely.
One day your hands will be
Strong enough to hold me.
I might not be there for all your battles,
But you'll win them
Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerer of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Remember, this is not normal. None of it.
This is about slum lord Fred Trump, the Donald's daddy. The apple didn't fall far from this tree.
Old Man Trump
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Ryan Harvey
I suppose that Old
Oh, it was a year when everybody died
And it was a year when the adults and children cried
For the loss of their hope, for the loss of their youth
Mexican death-metal warlords Brujeria do not mince words in this blistering revenge fantasy track – although some of those words notably belong to Trump himself.
This land was made for you and me.