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Topic: Resistance
“Going to War” by John DiMaggio, Coolio, Mark Hamill, Billy West, and Katey Sagal from Futurama: Bender’s Big Score

Robot Santa: I brought the elves back from vacation,
chained them up and called my holiday friends.
Kwanzaabot: Kwanzaabot.
Chanuka Zombie: And the Chanuka Zombie.
Robot Santa: Three mad wise men
bearing murder and frankincense.
Robot Santa’s Elves: Damn you, doo doo doo doo.
Robot Santa: [simultaneous] Shutup.
Now fetch those bunnies by the armful.
Robot Santa’s Elves: Says who? doo doo doo doo.
Robot Santa: [simultaneous] Says me.
Napalm makes them slightly more harmful.
No one here goes near that door,
this toyshop’s goin’ to war.
Chanuka Zombie: Talmud says be slow to anger,
low-down scammers got me seeing red.
Got my TIE Fighter out of the hangar.
Jump back Jack,
’cause I’m Jewish and I’m undead.
Robot Santa’s Elves: Ten-hut, doo doo doo doo.
Chanuka Zombie: [simultaneous] Dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of blasting clay.
Robot Santa’s Elves: You’re nuts, doo doo doo doo.
Chanuka Zombie: [simultaneous] And when it’s dry and ready,
for mercy they will pray,
I can’t wait eight nights or more.
This zombie’s goin’ to war.
[Robot Santa begins beat-boxing]
Kwanzaabot: Ch, Check it out,
Kwanzaabot in the neptizzle hizzle,
with my inhuman beat-box,
busy building missiles.
They’re guided by these cute dancing fairy figures.
Careful little elf, that’s proximity-triggered.
I’m fighting back for Kwanzaa so the children won’t miss it.
I’m confused about its meaning,
but I know it when they diss it.
So Santa?
Santa: Yeah, Kay?
Kwanzaabot: Cee Zee?
Chanuka Zombie: Hey, hey.
Kwanzaabot: Let’s slay them pimps.
Come on, pimp my sleigh.
Chanuka Zombie: Easy with that toy artillery,
Torgo’s Powder’s deadly but unstable.
Robot Santa: [spoken] Can they sue for liability?
Nixon: [spoken] Certainly not!
Robot Santa: Use as much as you are able.
Robot Santa’s Elves: This bites, doo doo doo doo
Robot Santa: [simultaneous] You signed away your rights when you were hired.
Nixon & Leela: Now, let’s fight.
Robot Santa’s Elves: …doo doo doo doo.
Robot Santa: [simultaneous] Okay, chestnuts roasting I’m gonna open fire.
Prepare for gore galore.
Santa, Kwanzaabot & Chanuka Zombie: This trinity’s goin’ to war

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“Alternative” Lyrics 148

Topic: Resistance
“Hands” by Jewel

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these

I will not be made useless
I won’t be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know,
But they’re not yours they are my own
But they’re not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But i knew it wasn’t ever after

We will fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small, I know,
But they’re not yours they are my own
But they’re not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray

My hands are small, I know,
But they’re not yours they are my own
But they’re not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small, i know,
But they’re not yours they are my own
But they’re not yours they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s mind
We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s heart
We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s eyes God’s hands
We are God’s hands God’s hands We are God’s hands

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Topic: Resistance
“Kick a Little” by Little Texas

My daddy always a gentle man
Never the kind to ever force his hand
He would always be the last one to raise his voice
If anybody ever put us down

Well you can bet that he would stand his ground
Then he would tell me son sometimes you got no choice

You’ve got to kick at little and cause a stir
Sometimes you got to make some noise to be heard
If anybody ever tries to hold you back
Yeah you got to kick a little and be tough
You got to let ’em know you’ve had enough
Remember that unless you want to finish last
You’ve got to kick a little

Some people judge you by the way you look
They see you once and say you ain’t no good
Feels like they’re never goona take you for who you are
That’s when you have to stand up and be strong
And go the extra mile to prove ’em all wrong
Just remember when they push you way too far

You’ve got to kick at little and cause a stir
Sometimes you got to make some noise to be heard
If anybody ever tries to hold you back
Yeah you got to kick a little and be tough
You got to let ’em know you’ve had enough
Remember that unless you want to finish last
You’ve got to kick a little

You’ve got to kick at little and cause a stir
Sometimes you got to make some noise to be heard
If anybody ever tries to hold you back
Yeah you got to kick a little and be tough
You got to let ’em know you’ve had enough
Remember that unless you want to finish last
You’ve got to kick a little

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Politicians; Resistance; Robert Mueller
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars
“You Lie” by the Band Perry

It ain’t complicated
Well, I’ve grown to hate it
I never liked the taste of crow but baby I ate it
They tried to warn me

They said that you were ornery
So don’t bring me those big brown eyes and tell me that you’re sorry
Well you might as well throw gasoline on a fire
The way you lie

You lie like a priceless Persian rug on a rich man’s floor
And you lie like a cooped up dog basking in the sunshine on my porch
Well you lie like a penny in the parking lot at the grocery store
It just comes way too natural to you
The way you lie

That ain’t my perfume
I bet she had a curfew
You told me you were out with the boys and baby I believed you
So why you lookin’ so nervous
You know you’re gonna deserve this
I oughta kill you right now and do the whole wide world a service
Well my daddy’s gonna straighten you out like a piece of wire, like a piece of wire
The way you lie

You lie like the man with the slick black hair who sold me that Ford
And you lie like a pine tree in the back yard after last month’s storm
Well you lie like a penny in the parking lot at the grocery store
It just comes way too natural to you
The way you lie

Well, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna drive until the big ol’ muddy river
I’m gonna park my car in the middle of the mile-long bridge
And then I’m gonna cry well maybe just a little
Then I’m gonna slip off the ring that you put on my finger
And give it a big ol’ fling and watch it sink
Down, down, down
There it’s gonna lie
Until the Lord comes back around

Because you lie like a priceless Persian rug on a rich man’s floor
You lie like a coondog basking in the sunshine on my porch
Well you lie like a penny in the parking lot at the grocery store
It just comes so dang natural to you
The way you lie
The way you lie
Well it’s what you do, it’s who you are

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Topic: Robert Mueller; Theresa May; Resistance; Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Cambridge Analytica; Facebook
“Timber” by Pitbull feat. Ke$ha

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget

The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy’s a diggity dog
I have ’em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerking in their bras and thongs, timber
Face down, booty up, timber
That’s the way we like the what, timber
I’m slicker than an oil spill
She say she won’t, but I bet she will, timber

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
Nah, it’s just me, ain’t a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on plane
Blessed to say, money ain’t a thing
Club jumping like Lebron, now, Voli
Order me another round, homie
We about to climb, wild, ’cause it’s about to go down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget

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