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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump: Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims; Trump Family
“Johnny Came Home Headless” by the Arrogant Worms

Oh, Johnny was a tall man but his memory was short
He’d forget to duck at doorways and often he’d get hurt
I took good care of him for he had no family
Actually he did, but he forgot who they be

Johnny often liked to go out on the town
He’d forget where he’d be going so he’d just wander around
I knew when he was back for I would hear the smack
Of his head hitting the doorway but tonight it was alack

Johnny came home headless, it was a great disgrace
But wherever it’s a-lying there’s a smile upon his face
I should have seen it coming, he finally lost his mind
But if his head don’t turn up soon then all his hats are mine

Johnny came towards me but suddenly he stopped
As if trying to think of something but having no luck
Still he didn’t notice that his head weren’t there
‘Til he took out a brush and tried to comb his hair

I said, “Johnny where’s your cranium?” but he didn’t seem to know
He just shrugged his shoulders and tried to find his nose
And the sight of him there topless made me start to cry
For I feared we’d ne’er again see eye to eye

Johnny came home headless, it was a great disgrace
But wherever it’s a-lying there’s a smile upon his face
I should have seen it coming, he should have stayed in bed
For now I fear he’ll spend his life just trying to get ahead

Refusing to believe that he had split for good
His lower half and me searched the neighbourhood
It soon became apparent that his head we wouldn’t find it
He could not retrace his steps, he was absent minded

Well years went by til late one night I heard a voice I swore
Was Johnny calling out to me, I flung open the door
Johnny’s head was home, it took a taxi cab
Alas, it was too late, his body had gone bad

Johnny’s head was homeless, his body was cremated
And the funeral was harder than he had anticipated
I should of seen it coming he said in his eulogy
But never thought I’d have to say I ain’t got no-body

(I ain’t got nobody)

Johnny came home headless, it was a great disgrace
But now his head’s upon a shelf, a smile upon his face
But now his head’s upon a shelf, a smile upon his face

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Family; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars
“Runnin’ with the Devil” by Van Halen

Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah
I live my life like there’s no tomorrow
And all I’ve got, I had to steal
Least I don’t need to beg or borrow
Yes I’m livin’ at a pace that kills

Ooh, yeah
(Ahh)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Ahh-hah, yeah)
(Woo-hoo-oo)
Runnin’ with the devil
Yes I’m, yeah, hoo

Ooh, you know I
I found the simple life ain’t so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you’d call real
Ain’t got nobody, waitin’ at home

(Ahh, yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Hold on, hold on I’m runnin’ ah yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Ooh ooh, one more time)

(Ha-yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Oh, yeah, ya-yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Woo, woo)
Runnin’ with the devil
(I’ll tell you about it)

I found the simple life, it’s so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you’d call real
Ain’t got nobody, waitin’ at home

(Ha-yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Oh, yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil
(Ah-ha, yeah, ah-ha, yeah, ah-hah, yeah)
Runnin’ with the devil

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Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Family; Republicans, Republican Party; Vladimir Putin; Russia
Tertiary Topic: 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
“In Too Deep” by Sum 41

The faster we’re falling,
We’re stopping and stalling
We’re running in circles again
Just as things we’re looking up
You said it wasn’t good enough
But still we’re trying one more time

Maybe we’re just trying to hard
When really it’s closer than it is too far

Cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Instead of going under

Seems like each time
I’m with you I loose my mind
Because I’m bending over backwards to relate
It’s one thing to complain
But when you’re driving me insane
Well then I think it’s time that we took a break

Maybe we’re just trying to hard
When really it’s closer than it is too far

Cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Instead of going under
Instead of going under
Instead of going under

I can’t sit back and wonder why
It took so long for this to die
And I hate it when you fake it
You can’t hide it you might as well embrace it
So believe me it’s not easy
It seems that something’s telling me

I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under
Instead of going under

Instead of going under again
Instead of going under
Instead of going under again
Instead of going under again
Instead of going under again

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Trump Family; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration
“Master of the House” from Les Misérables

My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores (no, no, no, no not tonight) spend their lives in my inn,
Homing pigeons homing in
They fly through my doors,
And they crawl out on all fours

Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for the rest, all of ’em crooks:
Rooking their guests and cooking the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who’s content to be

Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
Customers appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn’t cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price!

Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve ’em of a sou or two
Watering the wine, making up the weight
Pickin’ up their knick-knacks when they can’t see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody’s bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won’t I bleed ’em in the end!

Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody’s boon companion
Everybody’s chaperone
But lock up your valises
Jesus! Won’t I skin you to the bone!

Food beyond compare. Food beyond belief
Mix it in a mincer and pretend it’s beef
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat
Filling up the sausages with this and that
Residents are more than welcome
Bridal suite is occupied
Reasonable charges
Plus some little extras on the side!
(Oh Santa!)

Charge ’em for the lice, extra for the mice
Two percent for looking in the mirror twice (Hand it over!)
Here a little slice, there a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window shut
When it comes to fixing prices
There are a lot of tricks I knows
How it all increases, all them bits and pieces
Jesus! It’s amazing how it grows!

(Oh, sorry love
Must get something done about that)
I used to dream that I would meet a prince
But God Almighty, have you seen what’s happened since?

Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit!
Comforter, philosopher and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
Thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!

Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don’t make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!

Everybody bless the landlord!
Everybody bless his spouse!

Everybody raise a glass
Raise it up the master’s arse
Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House!

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; 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; Trump Family; Robert Mueller; Resistance
“Ridin'” by Chamillionaire feat. Krayzie Bone

[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
My music so loud
I’m swangin
They hopin that they gonna catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty

Police think they can see me lean
I’m tint so it ain’t easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the play-station controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain’t know, I’m crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain’t tryin’ to have no babies
Rock clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin’ somethin’ that we have
And um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I’m grippin’ oak
Music loud and tippin’ slow
Twin steady twistin’ like hit this dough
Police pull up right behind and it’s in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CD’s change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skills when we out and cruisin’
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I’m still ain’t losin’

[Chorus]

I been drinkin’ and smokin’ holdin’ shit cause a brother can’t focus
I gotta get to home ‘fore the po po’s scope this big ol’ Excursion
Swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey
And the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin’ a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin’ another one up, we livin like we ain’t givin’ a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin’ pretty deep, me and my dogs
I gotta get back to back streets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don’t see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won’t get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y’all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark,
But well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

Do what you thinkin’ so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure
‘Cause they think they know that they catchin’ me
With plenty of the drink and ‘dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags,
Look at my rear-view and they smilin’
Thinkin’ they’ll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin’
Cause they denyin’ is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them,
Giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain’t even ridin’ dirty
Bet you’ll be leavin with an even madder mood
I’mma laugh at you then I’mma have to cruise
I’m in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can’t arrest me plus you can’t sue
This a message to the laws tellin’ them WE HATE YOU
I can’t be touched or tell ’em that they shoulda known
Tippin’ down, sittin’ crooked on my chrome
Bookin’ my phone, tryin’ to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn’t stop me I’m about to pull up at your home and it’s on

[Chorus: x2]

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