(Inspired by “Delta Dawn” by Tanya Tucker)

“Draft Dodger Don’ by Brian Burwell

Draft dodger Don, what’s this treason going on?
It is getting so much worse as time goes by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you there that day
In your foreclosed mansion in the sky?

You wanted to be forty-five and change your destiny
All the folk around the country called you crazy
‘Cause you spent all your money you had on hand
Looking for an easy get rich quick scheme plan

In your younger days they called you draft dodger Don
Laziest dumb man you ever stumbled on
Then a man of low degree stood by your side
And promised you he’d help you with your plight

Draft dodger Don, what’s this treason going on?
It is getting so much worse as time goes by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you there that day
In your foreclosed mansion in the sky?

Draft dodger Don, what’s this treason going on?
It is getting so much worse as time goes by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you there that day
In your foreclosed mansion in the sky?

Draft dodger Don, what’s this treason going on?
It is getting so much worse as time goes by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you there that day
In your foreclosed mansion in the sky?

In your foreclosed mansion in the sky?

Download: Draft Dodger Don

(Inspired by “Closing Time” by Semisonic)

“Indictment Time” by Brian Burwell
I would have loved to release an audio version of the song, however, I cannot find a karaoke version of “Closing Time” that does not have backup singers

Indictment time
Open investigations for all of the treason
Indictment time
Turn the heat up under every guilty paisan
Indictment time
One last chance for confession or finish your phony jeer
Indictment time
You won’t get to go home and you can’t stay here

I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
Take you down

Indictment time
Time for you to go back to places you crawled out from
Indictment time
Visitor time is when your brothers and your sisters can come
So gather up your assets, and move out of mansions
I know you won’t find a friend

Indictment time
Your deceptive dealings have come to an obvious end

Yeah, I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
Take you down

Indictment time
Time for you to go to the prison you will be from

I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
Take you down

I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
I know who will want to take you down
Take you down

Indictment time
Your deceptive dealings have come to an obvious end

(Inspired by “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” by Green Day)

“Good Riddance (Fight of Your Life)” by Brian Burwell

Another compromising tweet
From a damning statement pro
Cops grab you by the wrist
Direct you where to go

You’ve broken many laws
So don’t ask why
You’re under arrest
And will be doing some time

It’s something quite predictable
And now the time is right
I hope you’re in for the fight of your life

We’ll take the photographs
And videos and emails
All put together
You’ll be denied any bail

You’ll get prison food
Toilet wine while on trial
For what it’s worth
Hope you enjoy the green mile

It’s something quite predictable
And now the time is right
I hope you’re in for the fight of your life

It’s something quite predictable
And now the time is right
I hope you’re in for the fight of your life

It’s something quite predictable
And now the time is right
I hope you’re in for the fight of your life

Good Riddance (Fight of Your Life)

(Inspired by “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam)

“Fallout” by Brian Burwell

Oh, where oh where can my country be?
A douche took her away from me
She’s gone to Hell, so I got to be good
So I go to Heaven when I’m blown up in this world

We had a vote on election night
Something didn’t seem very right
Russia was involved, the evidence said
the polls were rigged, democracy dead
I couldn’t stop the words that were said
Never forget sounds heard from my bed
The burstin’ bombs, the searin’ flesh
The painful screams that I heard last

Oh, where oh where can my country be?
A douche took her away from me
She’s gone to Hell, so I got to be good
So I go to Heaven when I’m blown up in this world

When I woke up, fallout was pourin’ down
There were bodies scattered all around
Something warm running in my eyes,
But somehow I found my country that night
I lifted her flag, I looked at her and said
“Keep me warm for a little while.”
I wrapped her close, remiss and in distress
I found the country I knew I would miss
But now she’s gone, even though I hold her tight
I lost the country, my life that night

Oh, where oh where can my country be?
A douche took her away from me
She’s gone to Hell, so I got to be good
So I go to Heaven when I’m blown up in this world

Download: Fallout