Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Vote ‘Em Out” by Willie Nelson
[Verse 1]
If you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
That’s what Election Day is all about
The biggest gun we’ve got
Is called “the ballot box”
So if you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
[Chorus]
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
And when they’re gone we’ll sing and dance and shout
Bring some new ones in
And we’ll start that show again
And if you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
[Verse 2]
If it’s a bunch of clowns you voted in
Election Day is comin’ ’round again
If you don’t like it now
If it’s more than you’ll allow
If you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
[Chorus]
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
And when they’re gone we’ll sing and dance and shout
Bring some new ones in
And we’ll start the show again
And if you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
[Outro]
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
Vote ’em out (vote ’em out)
That’s what Election Day is all about
The biggest gun we’ve got
Is called “the ballot box”
So if you don’t like who’s in there, vote ’em out
If you don’t like who’s in there, well vote ’em out
Topic: Resistance; Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Look What You Just Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift
I don’t like your little games
Don’t like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you
I don’t like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh!)
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
I don’t like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You ask me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (what!?)
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure (sure)
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
(Ooh, look what you made me do)
(Look what you made me do)
(Look what you just made me do)
“I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now” (Ooh, look what you made me do)
“Why?” (Look what you made me do)
“Oh, ’cause she’s dead!” (oh!)
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Murder Victims; Mass Shootings
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“What Part of No” by Lorrie Morgan
Sir if you don’t mind I’d rather be alone
From the moment I walked in tonight
You’ve been coming on
If I’ve told you once I’ve told you twice
I’m just here to unwind
I’m not interested in romance or
What you have in mind
What part of no don’t you understand
To put it plain and simple
I’m not into one night stands
I’ll be glad to explain it
If it’s too hard to comprehend
So tell me what part of no
Don’t you understand
I appreciate the drink and the
Rose was nice of you
I don’t mean to be so mean
But I don’t think I’m getting through
No I don’t need no company
No I don’t want to dance
So what part of no don’t you understand
What part of no don’t you understand
To put it plain and simple
I’m not into one night stands
I’ll be glad to explain it
If it’s too hard to comprehend
So tell me what part of no
Don’t you understand
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Poverty
“Skid Row (Downtown)” from Little Shop of Horrors
Little Shop Of Horrors
Miscellaneous
Skid Row (Downtown)
Alarm goes off at seven
and you start up-town.
You put in your eight hours
for the powers
that have always been.
(Sing it child)
‘Til it’s five-pm…
“Then you go…”
Downtown
Where the folks are broke. You go
Downtown
Where your life’s a joke. You go
Downtown
Where you buy a token. You go…
Home to Skid Row.
“Yes you go…”
Downtown
Where the cabs don’t stop.
Downtown
Where the food is slop.
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow…
Down on Skid Row.
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you’re messengers and mailroom clerks.
Eating all your lunches at the hot-dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
And Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
The jobs are really menial you make no bread.
And then at five-o’clock you head
“By subway…”
Downtown
Where the guys are drips.
Downtown
Where they rip your slips.
Downtown
Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row.
Poor, all my life I’ve always been poor.
I keep askin’ God what I’m for.
And he tells me, “Gee, I’m not sure.”
“Sweep that floor, kid!”
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street, here on Skid
Row! He took me in gave me shelter
A bed, crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt and calls me a slob,
Which I am…
So I live
Downtown
That’s your home address, you live
Downtown
When your life’s a mess, you live
Downtown
Where depression’s just status quo.
Down on Skid Row.
Someone show me a way to get outta here.
‘Cause I constantly pray I’ll get outta here.
Please won’t somebody say I’ll get outta here.
Someone gimmie my shot, or I’ll rot here!
(Downtown)
Show me how and I will, I’ll get outta here.
(There’s no rules for us)
(Downtown)
I’ll start climbin’ up hill and get outta here.
(‘Cause it’s dangerous)
(Downtown)
Someone tell me I still could get outta here.
(Where there rainbow just doesn’t show)
Someone tell lady luck that I’m stuck here!
(When you get…)
(Downtown)
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I’d move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I’d do I don’t know what to get outta Skid.
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid.
People tell me there’s not a way outta Skid.
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; White Supremacists “In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company” by the Dead South
Dead Love couldn’t go no further Proud of and disgusted by her Push shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed Queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds In hell I’ll be in good company
Dead Love couldn’t go no further Proud of and disgusted by her Push shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed Queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds In hell I’ll be in good company
Dark Side of Brian 