LYRICS:
There once was a man with a rocket fleet,
Who claimed he cared for every tweet.
But when it came to wealth and fame,
He chose a man who’d play his game.
Oh, soon may the Trump-man rise,
To serve the rich and sell more lies!
The rest can sink, but we’ll stay dry,
With gold-lined yachts and a private sky.
Elon said, “This guy’s my pick,
He’ll keep things smooth for the power clique.
No taxes high, no rules to break,
The planet burns? Well, give or take.”
Oh, soon may the Trump-man rise,
To shield the cash and blind the eyes!
While tweets distract and workers cry,
The billionaires will amplify.
“Forget the air, forget the seas,
I’ll take my wealth and live with ease.
Mars is waiting—it’s my plan,
Who needs this Earth when I’m the man?”
Oh, soon may the Trump-man rise,
With smoke and mirrors and alibis!
He’ll wave the flag, the crowd will cheer,
While billionaires keep the ledger clear.
So here’s to deals made out of sight,
To keeping wealth all black and white.
Who needs the poor? They’ll be just fine,
If they can live on scraps of mine.
Oh, soon may the Trump-man rise,
To sell the world with bold-faced lies!
The rest can hope, but let’s be clear,
The game was rigged, and we’re all here.
The tune rolls on, the rich stay strong,
The rest keep singing the same old song.
For greed’s the wind that drives the sail,
And justice sinks without a trail.
2024 © TRUTH tracks
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Trump is old fart😂