Der Grifter’s Face

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[News Breaking Instrumental]
[Intro (Spoken Word)]
“In a land where the golf carts roam,
And gold-plated toilets are considered home,
One man, two impeachments, and a flurry of decrees…”
WE SING!
[Verse 1]
When the Donald says, "I never lose!"
Yes, so he claims! Inflaming flames! right in his face!
Though ballots counted say it’s news,
Just as he said! The nation's dread! still claim first place!
He twists the truth, a tangled skein,
While sanity departs the train!
[Chorus]
We storm the gates with flags held high,
In buffalo horns, oh me, oh my—
He tweets the lie, we take the fall,
He's made his case! A grim disgrace! we’ve lost it all!
A gilded cage, a hollow sound,
Where logic's buried underground!
[Verse 2]
When he says, “Let’s slap on tariffs, folks!”
So he decrees! What miseries! right in his face!
Though farmers cry and trade just chokes,
He speaks his mind! Leaving truth behind! can’t be disgraced!
His economic plans, a blurry haze,
While common sense just goes ablaze!
[Chorus]
He’s savvy, slick, and full of spin,
But only when he's conning kin—
He sells a steak, a school, a dream,
He sets the tone! A world unknown! it's all a scheme!
A golden tongue, a silver lie,
He paints the clouds, then makes us cry!
[Bridge – Slowed and dramatic]
A billion bucks, he says he’s worth,
But hides his taxes deep in earth—
He builds a tower tall and wide…
But not a soul’s allowed inside.
A fiscal phantom, veiled in night,
Where fortunes vanish from our sight!
[Verse 3]
When he's back, with orders swift and stark,
On immigration, leaves a lasting mark.
With courts and chaos in his wake,
He's on the roll! Losing all control! for goodness’ sake!
He bends the rules, a sudden spree,
With every stroke, a new decree.
[Final Chorus]
The cronies cheer, the grift rolls on,
The facts are gone, the shame withdrawn—
But we still laugh and roll our eyes,
He's played his hand! Across the land! ‘til reason flies!
A carnival of broken trust,
Where promises turn into dust!
[Outro (Spoken Word)]
“And remember kids, if a man says only he can fix it…
He probably broke it first.”
And when he shifts the school house ground,
Local control is nowhere found.
And should he change the air we breath,
His new pollution, we receive.

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[News Breaking Instrumental] [Intro (Spoken Word)] “In a land where the golf carts roam, And gold-plated toilets are considered home, One man, two impeachments, and a flurry of decrees…” WE SING! [Verse 1] When the Donald says, "I never lose!" Yes, so he claims! Inflaming flames! right in his face! Though ballots counted say it’s news, Just as he said! The nation's dread! still claim first place! He twists the truth, a tangled skein, While sanity departs the train! [Chorus] We storm the gates with flags held high, In buffalo horns, oh me, oh my— He tweets the lie, we take the fall, He's made his case! A grim disgrace! we’ve lost it all! A gilded cage, a hollow sound, Where logic's buried underground! [Verse 2] When he says, “Let’s slap on tariffs, folks!” So he decrees! What miseries! right in his face! Though farmers cry and trade just chokes, He speaks his mind! Leaving truth behind! can’t be disgraced! His economic plans, a blurry haze, While common sense just goes ablaze! [Chorus] He’s savvy, slick, and full of spin, But only when he's conning kin— He sells a steak, a school, a dream, He sets the tone! A world unknown! it's all a scheme! A golden tongue, a silver lie, He paints the clouds, then makes us cry! [Bridge – Slowed and dramatic] A billion bucks, he says he’s worth, But hides his taxes deep in earth— He builds a tower tall and wide… But not a soul’s allowed inside. A fiscal phantom, veiled in night, Where fortunes vanish from our sight! [Verse 3] When he's back, with orders swift and stark, On immigration, leaves a lasting mark. With courts and chaos in his wake, He's on the roll! Losing all control! for goodness’ sake! He bends the rules, a sudden spree, With every stroke, a new decree. [Final Chorus] The cronies cheer, the grift rolls on, The facts are gone, the shame withdrawn— But we still laugh and roll our eyes, He's played his hand! Across the land! ‘til reason flies! A carnival of broken trust, Where promises turn into dust! [Outro (Spoken Word)] “And remember kids, if a man says only he can fix it… He probably broke it first.” And when he shifts the school house ground, Local control is nowhere found. And should he change the air we breath, His new pollution, we receive.

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