“Alternative” Lyrics 92

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Politicians
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Vladimir Putin; Russia; Resistance; Robert Mueller
“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” by Offspring

[Verse 1]
Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach

Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

[Pre-Chorus]
Now dance, fucker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

[Chorus]
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit ’em right between the eyes
Hit ’em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ’em running for their lives

[Verse 2]
Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sight
So play it out, I’m wide-awake
It’s a scene about me

There’s something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can’t get what you want
Well, it’s all because of me

[Pre-Chorus]
Now dance, fucker, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you’ll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

Trust deceived

[Chorus]
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit ’em right between the eyes
Hit ’em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ’em running for their lives

[Bridge]
Now dance, fucker, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
So dance, fucker, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

[Chorus]
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit ’em right between the eyes
Hit ’em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ’em running for their lives

[Outro]
Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies
Hit ’em right between the eyes
Hit ’em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ’em running for their lives

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“Alternative” Lyrics 91

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donal J. Trump’s Administation
“Small Town Trap” by Eve 6

Suffocate from lack of stimulation
Television time.
Gonna break with every bead of sweat,
My heart rate seems to climb.
My friend and I stick to the tired couches,
Please pass the time.
I found a dime under the corner cushion
Wishing it was some place else,
And so do I, so do I

Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.
Here I sit and bake,
My face is breaking out.
Satan’s in the living room
Choking me with apathy.
Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.

Inspire me cause if you don’t
I think I’ll dissipate to dust.
The liar in me says something’s gonna happen soon because it must
My friend and I stick to the tired couches
Please pass the time.
I just found a dime under the corner cushion
Wishing it was someplace else
And so do I, so do I

Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out
Here I sit and bake,
My face is breaking out.
Satan’s in the living room choking me with apathy.
Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.

Community immunity is the shot I crave.
A sleepless sleep,
Slow motion dream,
Want to dig my grave?

Time ticks away on the longest day.
Want to break away on the longest day

Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out
Here I sit and bake,
My face is breaking out.
Satan’s in the living room choking me with apathy.
Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.

Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out
Here I sit and bake,
My face is breaking out.
Satan’s in the living room choking me with apathy.
Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.

“Alternative” Lyrics 90

Topic: Resistance
Auxiliary Topic: Resistance; Immigrants
“How Deep is Your Love” by Bee Gees

I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again

And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it’s me you need to show

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You’re the light in my deepest darkest hour
You’re my saviour when I fall
And you may not think
I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
And it’s me you need to show

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)

“Alternative” Lyrics 89

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Trust in Me” by Sterling Holloway from The Jungle Book

trust in me just in me
shut your eyes and trust in me
Hold still, please

You can sleep
Safe and sound
Knowing I
Am around

Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist

You’re snoring.
(Sorry)

Trust in me
And just in me
Shut your eyes
And trust in me

“Alternative” Lyrics 88

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republican Party; Vladimir Putin
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“16 Tons” by Tennessee Ernie Ford

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a weak and a back that’s strong

You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said well, a bless my soul

You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Can’t no a high toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
I’ve got one fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

“Alternative” Lyrics 87

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Roy Moore
Tertiary Topic: Politicians
“Young Girl” by Gary Puckett & the Union Gap

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You’ve kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You’re old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

Beneath your perfume and make-up
You’re just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

So hurry home to your mama
I’m sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
‘Cause I’m afraid we’ll go too far, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line

“Alternative” Lyrics 86

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans
“Mi Vida Loca” by Pam Tillis

If you’re coming with me you need
nerves of steel
‘Cause I take corners on two wheels
It’s a never-ending circus ride
The faint of heart need not apply

Chorus:

Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can’t tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free

Chorus

Here in the firelight I see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you’re crazy too

Chorus

We’ll go where the wind blows
And I’ll be a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

“Alternative” Lyrics 85

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Environment
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Economy
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ‘gitche gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’
Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it’s been good t’know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors’ cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call ‘gitche gumee’
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

“Alternative” Lyrics 84

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Star Spangled Banner; United States of America
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Politicians
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
“You Never Even Call Me by My Name” by David Allen Coe

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying’
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

You don’t have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don’t have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don’t have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you’re on my fighting’ side

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, I’ve heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I’ve seen it on signs where I’ve played
But the only time I know
I’ll hear “David Allan Coe”
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day

So I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country & western song
Because he hadn’t said anything at all about mama
Or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting’ drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain, no
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don’t call me
Why don’t you ever call me by my name

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