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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Resistance
“2AM” by Bear Hands

I would never ask you
To do something I wouldn’t do
I could never lose you
At least I’d never choose to

All your friends are sober
Yeah we’re getting older
Going out’s a drag now
All my spots have closed
And we can fantasize
Without much of a mess
And making love is fine
But all I want is to forget
How old I am

(Can’t remember anything else)
Nothing good happens past two a.m.
I put the ball in your court
Text me back
I want a full report
I want cash in hand
I’m still waiting for my man
(Has he even left the house?)
Short a couple dollars but I think he’ll understand
I put my best dress on, get back in bed
Nothing good happens past two a.m.

Can’t turn back, it’s too late
I saw you drink the Kool-Aid
But I don’t want no undue
Attention coming from you

All your friends are sober
Yeah we’re getting older
Staying in at home
It’s good enough for both us
Free to fantasize
Without hearing “I told ya”
Making love is fine
But all I want is to forget
How old I am

(Can’t remember anything else)
Nothing good happens past two a.m.
I put the ball in your court
Text me back
I want a full report
I want cash in hand
I’m still waiting for my man
(Has he even left the house?)
Short a couple dollars but I think he’ll understand
I put my best dress on, get back in bed
Nothing good happens past two a.m.

And what I thought was possible don’t seem possible no more
I struggle to keep up with you
And what I thought was possible don’t seem possible no more
I never could keep up with you
Can we forget how old I am?

(Can’t remember anything else)
Nothing good happens past two a.m.
I put the ball in your court
Text me back
I want a full report
I want cash in hand
I’m still waiting for my man
(Has he even left the house?)
Twenty-seven years young don’t make sense
I put my best dress on, get back in bed
Nothing good happens past two a.m.

Amen

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Evangelicals; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Merry Go ‘Round” by Kacey Musgraves

If you ain’t got two kids by 21, you’re probably gonna die alone.
At least that’s what tradition told you.
And it don’t matter if you don’t believe, come Sunday morning
You best be there in the front row like you’re supposed to.

Same hurt in every heart.
Same trailer, different park.

Mama’s hooked on Mary Kay.
Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane
Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.
Mary, Mary quite contrary.
We get bored, so, we get married
Just like dust, we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go
Where it stops nobody knows
And it ain’t slowin’ down
This merry go ’round.

We think the first time’s good enough.
So, we hold on to high school love.
Sayin’ we won’t end up like our parents.
Tiny little boxes in a row, ain’t whatcha want, it’s whatcha know.
Just happy in the shoes you’re wearin’.
Same checks we’re always cashin’
To buy a little more distraction.

‘Cause mama’s hooked on Mary Kay.
Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane
Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
We get bored, so, we get married.
Just like dust, we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go
Where it stops nobody knows,
And it ain’t slowin’ down.
This merry go ’round.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
We’re so bored until we’re buried.
Just like dust, we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round.
Merry go ’round.

Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Jack burned out on booze and pills.
And Mary had a little lamb.
Mary just don’t give a damn no more.

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Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“A Place Called Slaughter Race” by Sarah Silverman from Ralph Breaks the Internet

[Intro: Sarah Silverman]
What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet
What can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon, sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor?
Hey, there’s a Dollar Store
Look, I’m rhyming;
My spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this fog of mace
To this place called Slaughter Race

[Verse: Cast of Ralph Breaks the Internet, Gal Gadot, & Sarah Silverman]
Welcome back, watch your head
Hate to see you end up dead
Let’s get this party rolling
Is that appliance stolen?
We have
Fallen wires, dumpster fires, creepy clowns, and burning tires
That great white in the sewer
You’ll be happy that you knew her (Fin bump)
Dogs and cats, they sure taste great
With a side of license plate
Some flag us deplorable
Well, I think you’re adorable
We may be a motley crew, but our hearts ring true
And just for you, a face tattoo

[Interlude: Cast of Ralph Breaks the Internet]
Ah, Slaughter Race, ooh-ooh-oh

[Bridge: Sarah Silverman, Gal Gadot, & Both]
My heart’s in flight, and, wow, it’s a blast
Feels like my dreams are real at last
No trace of a frown upon your face
Flying so fast
Setting the pace
Living the life
Loving the chase
Now is the time
Here is the place
This Slaughter Race

[Outro: Sarah Silverman & Cast of Ralph Breaks the Internet]
I know I should go
But home feels so slow
These roads are paved with dreams
Happy dreams, not creepy clown dreams
What would Ralph say if it turns out I stay
In this place called Slaughter Race?
In this place called Slaughter Race

https://youtu.be/SNq4VxhzaoQ

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“You Got to Pick a Pocket or Two” from Oliver!

FAGIN

(spoken) You see, Oliver…

(sung) In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
I’m afraid these don’t grow on trees,
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys,
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

Large amounts don’t grow on trees.
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

FAGIN

(spoken) Let’s show Oliver how it’s done, shall we, my dears?

(sung) Why should we break our backs
Stupidly paying tax?
Better get some untaxed income
Better to pick-a-pocket or two.

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

Why should we all break our backs?
Better pick-a-pocket or two.

FAGIN

(spoken) Who says crime doesn’t pay?

(sung) Robin Hood, what a crook!
Gave away, what he took.
Charity’s fine, subscribe to mine.
Get out and pick-a-pocket or two

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

Robin Hood was far too good
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.

FAGIN

Take a tip from Bill Sikes
He can whip what he likes.
I recall, he started small
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

We can be like old Bill Sikes
If we pick-a-pocket or two.

FAGIN

(spoken) Stop thief!

Dear old gent passing by
Something nice takes his eye
Everything’s clear, attack the rear
Get in and pick-a-pocket or two.

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

Have no fear, attack the rear
Get in and pick-a-pocket or two.

FAGIN

When I see someone rich,
Both my thumbs start to itch
Only to find some peace of mind
We have to pick-a-pocket or two.

You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two.

BOYS

Just to find some peace of mind

FAGIN AND BOYS

We have to pick-a-pocket or two!

Rum Tum Tum

FAGIN

(spoken) Just do everything you see Dodger and Charlie do.
Make ’em your models, my dear — especially Dodger —
He’s going to be right little… Bill Sikes! Tell me my dear,
you see my hankerchief? See if you can take it from me without
my noticing — like you saw the others do.

Rum-tum-tum,
Rum-tum-tum
Pom-pom-pom
Pom-pom-pom
Skiddle-eye-tye
Tee-rye-tye-tye
Tee-ruppa-tuppa-ruppa-tum-tum
You’ve got to pick a pocket or two! You’ve got to pick a pocket or two!

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Fly Over States” by Jason Aldean

A couple guys in first class on a flight
From new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda making small talk killing time,
Flirting with the flight attendants,

Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma,
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms,
Man it all looks the same,
Miles and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with funny names,
Who’d want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,

They’ve never drove through Indiana,
Met the men who plowed that earth,
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me,
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas,
They’d understand why God made those fly over states,

I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer’s seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul
Roads and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat

On the plains of Oklahoma
Where they windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor painted sky

You’d think heaven’s doors have opened
You’ll understand why God made
Those fly over states

Take a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You’ll understand why God made
Why you’d want to plant your stakes
In those fly over states

Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma,
Take a ride,

https://youtu.be/W1GZzucDMlQ

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