Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Lemon Tree” by Fools Garden

I’m sittin’ here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time
I got nothin’ to do

I’m hangin’ around
I’m waitin’ for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I’m drivin’ around in my car
I’m drivin’ too fast
I’m drivin’ too far
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I’m waitin’ for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
I’m turnin’ my head up and down
I’m turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’ around
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree

Sing!
Dap-dadada-dadpm-didap-da
Dadada-dadpm-didap-da
Dap-didili-da

I’m sittin’ here
I miss the power
I’d like to go out takin’ a shower
But there’s a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation, I don’t want to sit on the lemon tree

I’m steppin’ around in the desert of joy
Baby, anyhow I’ll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
I’m turnin’ my head up and down
I’m turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’ around
And all that I can see is just another yellow lemon tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
Is just the yellow lemon tree

https://youtu.be/qcBpzV57jRE

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Rotting on Remand” by Billy Bragg

I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail

I said there is no justice
As they led me out of the door
And the judge said, “this isn’t a court of justice, son
This is a court of law.”

They first sent me to Windsor
And then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can’t find me
And my family don’t know
I keep telling them that I’m innocent
They just say, “come on son, in you go.”

I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven’t done
Here I sit in ‘f’ wing waiting for my trial to come
It’s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can’t escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And we eat in here as well

They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I’m lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hour’s exercise
I’m locked in here all day
You don’t turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
With judges quick to sentence more down from above
It’s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

https://youtu.be/5IebhrC5D8Y

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Careless World” by Tyga

I awoke from a dream
Filled of a world full of greed and hate
The world was my thoughts, and surroundings
I realized I needed to rise, and become king

My own destiny

Take a look around, tears from they eyes
Knees on the ground, money in the sky
Take a look around, ain’t shit nice?
Praying for my life, hope I make it through the night

Take a look around, the city on fire
It’s all taking place in the middle of my mind
I stand in the middle, cause death right beside
Murdering is simple, get your life simplified
Where the bones lie, rebuild another life
America’s pie, put my hand in the pot
I can’t get caught in the streets I was taught
Raised off anger, but it wasn’t my fault
Nigga, take a look around, it’s needles on the ground
Never gave three fucks, and I still don’t now
I’m fucking in the house, babysitter on the couch
Thirteen like, “What this shit coming out?”
Pass me a jimmy, I ain’t ready for a child
I hope nobody hears: “Bitch, why you so loud?”
Turn on the tube, put my head on the cloud
Breathe, inhale, the angles can’t help
Tyga

Take a look around

Take a look around, tears from they eyes
Knees on the ground, money in the sky
Take a look around, ain’t shit nice?
Praying for my life, hope I make it through the night

Take a look around

Take a look around
All night, fighting em for my life
Praying that everything gon’ be right
(Take a look around)
Ain’t it nice, truth over the lies?
Young Knights, we kings in the skies
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
Roll one time for everyone down and
T-Two times for the nigga that bounce
Then why you sitting round on some couch shit
My money building, like houses
Feeling like you wise
Truth be told, it’s all lies
These the days of out lives
Why you wasting all of your time?
Voices from the skies
Said that evil fall in yo rise
They judge me low to the dirt
Then they celebrate to of my highs
Why you-Why you wanna be fake, I fucking hate you
Why you made cause I ain’t take you?
Last day alive, I wouldn’t even date you
“I’ll replace you with somebody better” that you only make up
We just make up, wake up king and queen and rule the world a little later
Later on in that day, tears all in her face
I said I’m going away
She begging me to stay
Took a look in her eyes, then she put my hands on her waist
Said, “Don’t leave, we’ve got a baby on the way”

Take a look around
All night, fighting em for my life
Praying that everything gon be right
(Take a look around)
Ain’t it nice, truth over the lies?
Young Knights, we kings in the skies
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
(Take a look around)

I want you to know tonight
That we, as a people, will get to the promised land
And I’m not worried about anything, I’m not fearing any man
My eyes have seen the glory, of the coming of the Lord

https://youtu.be/yyz12g-WxtU

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Professor Coldheart’s Theme” by Les Lye from The Care Bears in the Land Without Feelings

Allow me to introduce myself
They call me Professor Coldheart
I’m cold and cruel and crafty
But wait! Here comes the best part

I’ll freeze your feelings cold as ice
And kill your cares, ooh, that sounds nice!
So listen, here’s some sound advice, be smart-
Don’t mess with the Professor!

C-c-c-c-cunning
C-c-c-c-clever Coldheart!

I’ve heard you’ve been complaining
There’s no need to cry or whine
I’ll refrigerate those feelings
Ooh, I’ve found you just in time!

My icy stare can hypnotize
My chiling stare can paralyze
I knew we’d get along right from the start
Don’t mess with the Professor!

C-c-c-c-creepy
C-c-c-c-crafty
C-c-c-c-cunning
C-c-c-c-clever Coldheart!

Don’t mess with the Professor!
Coldheart!

https://youtu.be/x0f130MJjKE