“Alternative” Lyrics 241

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Brett Kavanaugh; Republicans; Republican Party; Christine Blasey Ford; Deborah Ramirez; Rape Victims

“Jar of Hearts” by Christina Perri

I know I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I’ve learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

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“Alternative” Lyrics 240

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Brett Kavanaugh; Christine Blasey Ford; Deborah Ramirez; Rape Victims

“You Don’t Own Me” by Lesley Gore

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

And don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
And, please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

‘Cause, you don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down
‘Cause I’ll never stay

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So, just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you

I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way that I want
To say and do whatever I please

And, don’t tell me what to do, yeah
Don’t, don’t you tell me what to say
And, please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So, just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way that I want

“Alternative” Lyrics 239

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Weird Science” by Oingo Boingo from Weird Science

From my heart and from my hand
Why don’t people understand
My intentions

(She’s alive, Alive!)
(Weird science)
Weird, ooo!
Weird Science
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from the hand
We’re makin’

(Weird science)
Things I’ve never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination

(Weird science)
Not what teacher said to do
Makin’ dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh

(Weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)

(Bits of) my creation–Is it real?
It’s my creation…my creation
It’s my creation

Weird Science
Weird, ooo!

(Weird science)
Magic and technology
Voodoo dolls and chants
Electricity We’re makin’

(Weird science)
Fantasy and microchips
Shooting from the hip
Something different
We’re makin’

(Weird science)
Pictures from a magazine
Diagrams and charts
Mending broken hearts (and makin’)

(Weird science) Something like a recipe
Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)

(Bits of) my creation–Is it real?
It’s my creation–I do not know
No hesitation–No heart of gold
Just flesh and blood–I do not know
I do not know
From my heart and from my hand
Why don’t people understand
My intentions, Ooh, weird science

Magic and technology
Weird Science
Things we never seen before
Weird Science
Not what teacher said to do

Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)

(Bits of) my creation–Is it real?
It’s my creation–I do not know
No hesitation–No heart of gold
Just flesh and blood–I do not know
It’s my creation
It’s my creation…ooo!
my creation
It’s my creation
It’s my creation

From my heart and from my hand
Why don’t people understand
My intentions, ooh, weird science

Weird ooh
weird science ooh
Weird
Bits and pieces

“Alternative” Lyrics 238

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Russia
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Shattered (Turn the Car Around)” by O.A.R.

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it’s always back to you

Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There’s more I need
It’s always back to you

But I’m good without ya
Yeah, I’m good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can’t define what I’m after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I’m shattered
I always turn the car around

I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you

But I’m good without ya
Yeah, I’m good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can’t define what I’m after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I’m shattered
I always turn the car around

Give it up, give it up, baby
Give it up, give it up, now
Now

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can’t define what I’m after
I always turn the car around
All that I feel is the realness I’m faking
Taking my time but it’s time that I’m wasting
Always turn the car around

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can’t define what I’m after
I always turn the car around

Don’t wanna turn that car around
I gotta turn this thing around

“Alternative” Lyrics 237

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars
“Last Resort” by Papa Roach

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing

Don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I’ve reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong?, would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I’m contemplating suicide

‘Cause I’m losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry!
Feeding on chaos
And living in sin
Downward spiral where do I begin?
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another
Searching to find a love up on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

‘Cause I’m losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Nothing’s alright
Nothing is fine
I’m running and I’m crying
I’m crying
I’m crying
I’m crying
I’m crying

I can’t go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
Would it be wrong?
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I’m contemplating suicide

‘Cause I’m losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine
Nothing’s alright
Nothing is fine
I’m running and I’m crying

I can’t go on living this way
Can’t go on
Living this way
Nothing’s alright

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