Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Small Town Trap” by Eve 6

Soffocate 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’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 the way 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.

Small town trap
With dreams of breaking out.

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Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Republicans; Republican Party
“Wig in a Box” by the Polyphonic Spree from Hedwig and the Angry Inch

On nights like this
When the world’s a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
And then it’s time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly i’m miss midwest
Midnight checkout queen
Until i head home
And i put myself to bed

I look back on where i’m from
Look at the woman i’ve become
And the strangest things
Seem suddenly routine
I look up from my vermouth on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velveteen.

I put on some make-up
Some lavern baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly i’m miss beehive 1963
Until i wake up
And turn back to myself

Some girls they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their french flip curls
And perfumed magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that i’ve found
To be the best you’ve ever seen

I put on some make-up
And turn up the eight-track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly i’m miss farrah fawcett
From tv
Until i wake up
And turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy hammil do,
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It’s all because of you
With your blow dried, feather back,
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro, frizz, flop,
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you

I put on some make-up
Turn up the eight-track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly i’m this punk rock star
Of stage and screen
And i ain’t never
I’m never turning back