Author: Brian Burwell

“Alternative” Lyrics 413

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Poultrygeist” by Calamari Safari from Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead

You’re sitting at home and your stomach is bubbling
No food in the fridge and your hunger is growing
Ooo ooo ooo, what to do?

You hop in your car and drive straight to get drive through
Murder with fries is described as fast food
Ooo ooo ooo, la la la la la, you better run

‘Cause this is Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

How would you like to be baked and broiled?
Thrown in a pan to be fried in some oil?
Ooo ooo ooo, what to do?

You swallow it down with a smile on your face.
Little did you know there’s a curse on this place
Ooo ooo ooo, la la la la la, you better run

‘Cause this is Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

BRIDGE (Sax Solo)
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

So think twice, about where you eat
Think twice, about eating meat
Don’t kill, little baby chickens
Be nice, and try to find a brand new solution
Zombie chicken retribution
Poultrygeist! You’re all gonna die

Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die
You’re all gonna die
You’re all gonna die
Woooooo
You’re all gonna die

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“Alternative” Lyrics 412

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Mass Shootings; Mass Murderers
“Unwell” by Matchbox Twenty

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep

Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know why

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

I’m talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they’ve all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I’ve lost my mind

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me away

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I’m just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I’m just a little unwell

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“Alternative” Lyrics 411

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Russia
“Kookie, Kookie (Lend Me Your Comb)” by Edward Byrnes and Connie Stevens

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Well now, let’s take it from the top and grab some wheels
We’re well along and talk about some cuckoo deals

But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Now you’re on the way, miss, and I’m readin’ you just fine
Don’t cut out of here till we get on Cloud Nine

But Kookie, Kookie?

I’ve got smog in the noggin ever since you made the scene

You’re the utmost

If you ever tool me out
Dead, I’m the saddest, like a brain

The very utmost

Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Man, I got my British lightered and my flapsy-colored pen
You’re gonna send me to that planet called
You know it, baby, the end

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

If you ever cut out, then I’ll be a stray cat
‘Cause when I’m flyin’ solo, nowhere’s where I’m at!

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

What’s with this comb caper, baby?
Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?

I just want you to stop combing your hair and kiss me
You’re the maximum utmost

Well, I’m beat and I’m dreams goin’, I’m movin’ right now
‘Cause that’s the kind of scene that I dig
Baby, you’re the ginchiest!

https://youtu.be/gIfgFVGBKaM

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“Alternative” Lyrics 410

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Family
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Economy
“Over My Head” by Lit

I’m in over my head

They want to try and build me up
So they can tear me down
I wish that I could be back there
But I’m writing here right now

They’ve taken everything that I’ve had to give and
They say it’s over but man I’m still here livin
I don’t know what to do, I think that maybe

I’m in over my head
Stuck in the red
Somethin they said
Makes me think that I’m in over my head
Over my head
Over my head

I’ve got to get away from here
And it couldn’t be too soon
’cause I see the stars are here with me
Like rockets to the moon

You take me everywhere that I’ve never been and
Show me the meaning of what life had to give and
I don’t know what to say, I think that maybe

I’m in over my head
Lyin in her bed
Somethin she said
Makes me think that I’m in over my head
Over my head
Over my head

They’ve taken everything that I’ve had to give and
They say it’s over but man I’m still here livin
I don’t know what to do, I think that maybe

I’m in over my head
Stuck in the red
Somethin they said
Makes me think that I’m in over my head
I’m in Over my head
Over my head

I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head

https://youtu.be/mgfHx3bmFNY

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“Alternative” Lyrics 409

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Russia
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Over My Head” by the Fray

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

But that’s how it’s got to be
It’s coming down to nothing more than apathy
I’d rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who’s still standing when it clears

And
Everyone knows I’m in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s on your mind

Let’s rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
That’s disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I’m in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s on your mind

Everyone knows I’m in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s all on

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I’m becoming the part that don’t last
I’m losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won’t let it go down till we torch it ourselves

And everyone knows I’m in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s on your mind
Everyone knows she’s on your mind
Everyone knows I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head, I’m over my…

Everyone knows I’m in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s on your mind

https://youtu.be/fFRkpvvop3I

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