“Alternative” Lyrics 385

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!

“Alternative” Lyrics 379

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

“Alternative” Lyrics 378

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Vladimir Putin; Russia
“Ghetto Superstar (That Is What You Are)” by Pras Michael

Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars

Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh

Some got hopes and dreams
We got ways and means
The supreme dream team always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to selling raps, name your theme
My rise to the top floating on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I’mma shoot them one-by-one
Got five sides to me, something like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Letting bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on
I’mma teach this cat how to live in the ghetto
Keeping it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low

Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh

One, two
And you don’t stop
Yo!
My eyes is sore, being a senator
Behind closed doors hitting truth to the seafloor
The rich go North, ignore the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn’t take it no more
I’mma reveal everything, change the law
I find myself walking the streets
Trying to find what’s really going on in the streets

Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that’s when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pot of beret
Kick your balls like Pele, pick ’em doing ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yelling “Ole!”
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K. to Cali

Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losing fast in the horse race
2-faced, getting defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface

Well I’m paranoid at the things I say
Wondering what’s the penalty from day to day,
I’m hanging out partying with girls that never die
The C.O picking on the small fries, my campaign telling lies
Was just spreading my love, didn’t know my love
Was the one holding the gun and the glove
But it’s all good as long as it’s understood
It’s all together now in the hood

Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh

Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh

https://youtu.be/MnWogQTfSIY

“Alternative” Lyrics 377

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Russia: Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Learn to Fly” by Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution

‘Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life

Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I think I’m done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I’d give it all away if you give me one last try
We’ll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life

Run and tell the angels that everything is alright
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own

I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication

Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life

Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly

Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to, learn to, learn to

https://youtu.be/1VQ_3sBZEm0

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