by R.U. Sirius
Songs & Lyrics from the Trump Era for your weekend dance party and horrorshow
Brag (I Fucked Ted Nugent With His Own Gun)
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire
I drink ayahuasca just to watch the news
I drank Jagger & Richards under the table
And late at night I dress like Betty Grable
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
I’m not too blind to see
My voodoo remote gets all 12 channels
I stuck with leather when Seattle did flannel
My boy named Sue is scary to you
And if you cry I’ll be flingin’ poo
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
I’m not too blind to see
I eat the living dead for fun
I fucked Ted Nugent with his own gun
I midnight rambled with Joseph Campbell
His hero trip was a croc of shit
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
Who do you want me to be
I’m not too blind to see
by R.U. Sirius & Phriendz w. Cussed Varmint
R.U. Sirius – Cussed Varmint
Produced by Daddy Phriday
Video by Daddy Phriday
Subterranean Heartsick Blues (with apologies to Bob Dylan)
Unrecorded
Donnies in the White House mixing up the masses
We’re on the pavement showing cops our passes
You might need a guillotine to stop the Ruling Crass, yes
You might need a weatherwoman to fight against the fascists
You might want some mescaline to rid you of your stasis
You might need some kerosene to Molotov the bastids
Look out kid it’s nothing you did
You’re not yet ten but you’re doing it again
They got tweens and toddlers held up in a big pen
You don’t need a MAGA hat to make you any new friends
Get born see porn don’t scorn Ms. Dohrn
Learn to tango Eat a Mango Dylanesque-ish fandango
You might need a guillotine to stop the Ruling Crass, yes
You might need a weatherwoman to fight against the fascists
Jesus Was A Zombie
Unrecorded
Jesus was a zombie
He rose up from the dead
It was a virgin rebirth
Still Mary gave him head
He walked the streets naked
Gorged on Roman flesh
Decided he would hitchhike
His way to Marrakesh
Jesus was a hippie
He listened to The Dead
He panhandled the Pharisees
Saved up all his bread
Went to see his father
Way up in the sky
Holy fuck Jesus said
I must be way high
Jesus was a vampire
He rose up from the dead
He had so much to offer
His body blood and dread
He started up a little cult
It grew … metasticized
Jesus was a cancer
That thought it knew the answer
A Children’s Camp For Concentration
Unrecorded
Child torn from mamas nipple
Go home drink your favorite tipple
Admire your sons adorable dimples
Feed the hamster to the pit bull
It’s not camp as in “let’s play tag”
Not camp as in “let’s do drag”
No not the type Susan Sontag
Wrote about in some radical rag
It’s a children’s camp for concentration
Give the kids a little vacation
From nagging moms and drunken pops
With those kindly immigration cops
So if you’re brown just come on down
And turn that mueca upside down
Be watched over in this place
By machines of roving disgrace
Donnie’s Blues
(Written soon after the election of Trump, with W-alt Episstemocracy)
The leaks are real but the news is fake
I only wanted to make America great… again
Let America discriminate…
Again
Let’s
Leave all those poor folks to their sorry fate
again
(And they voted for him. Go figure.)
I only wanted to promote my brand
I really didn’t know it would get so out of hand
Reminds me of Atlantic city
Got kinda nuts so I told my creditors and contractors to sit pretty
And go pound sand
All I want is the privilege of a famous man
To grab a pussy any way I can
Yes the leaks are real but the news is fake
Not like those puny leaks that Julian Assange makes
No these are YUGE leaks
Bigly
Like the leaks I like to take with a pair of Russian playmates
(After all, that’s just another form of gold plating with more liquidity
Who doesn’t like that?)
Yes I know I’m down now but I’ll never say die
As long as I’ve got Steve Alt-right Bannon by my side
The White house is running like a finely tuned machine
(And it’ll be well oiled too)
As soon as Tillerson grants Vladimir Putin his own wet dream
(Let’s open the sluice gates)
I’m gonna build that goddamn wall so high
Make that wall in China wanna cry
Gonna send the bill south of the border
Try to shore up my disorder
The White House is running like a finely tuned machine
Oh welcome to my Alt-Episstemocracy!
I’m gonna build that goddamn wall so high
Gonna make that wall in China wanna cry cry cry
Gonna send that bill south of the border
Try to shore up my disorder
The White House is running like a finely tuned machine
Welcome to my Alt-Episstemocracy!
recorded by (W)alt E. Pisstemocracy
White Dopes On Trump/Give Trump A Chance
written immediately after the election of Trump
Unrecorded
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout big data, lady gaga, whiz kalifa, legal reefer/All we are sayin’/is give Trump a chance
He can shoot batshit outta his nose!/While acting like a cretin ’n’ smellin’ like a rose!
Everybody’s talking ‘bout Taylor Swift, Paul Ryan, Cookie Lyon, never dyin’/All we are sayin’/Is give Trump a chance
So what if he thinks you’re inferior?/He’ll put Dennis Rodman in charge of the Interior
Everybody’s talkin ‘bout Kendrick, Westworld, Clinton and Supergirl/All we are sayin’/Is give Trump a chance
He gropes Tila Tequila in her swastika undies/And still gets the votes from the Christian fundies
Everybody talkin ‘bout Jay-Z Beyonce, Kobe, Namaste (nama nama — aste)/All we are sayin’/Is give Trump a chance
We’ll all be happy when the planet fries/Pointing and laughing while the poor folks die
Everybody talkin’ ‘bout whitelash and PC, oculus and 3d/All we are sayin’/Is give Trump a chance
He’ll build a wall so high/Make that great wall in China wanna cry
Everybody’s talkin ‘bout Wikileaks, Twin Peaks, Putin, alt-right freaks/All we are sayin’/Is give Trump a chance
He won’t stop ’til he’s got the crowd/Cheering him under the mushroom cloud
White dopes on trump (rept)
President Mussolini Makes The Planes Run On Time (Trumpian Remix)
(actually written about Ronald Reagan, remixed by Phriendz 2016)
He is the air controller
You are the air
The people are proud of their father
Foreigners beware
He’s got a neutron charge card
He’s a mighty tough customer
He’s the glorious defender of the homeland
He just might play tough with ya
President Mussolini makes the planes run on time
Oh dig it little Arabella
He’s a strong man
Keep ‘em flyin’
Newspapers scream “He’s a winner.”
Nobody’s sayin’ what’s being won
Actor image – no content
What exactly is being done?
Send a little aid down south just to
Kill a few San Salvador nuns
Down in South Africa on civilized business
Trying to get gold for guns
Couldn’t be easier to know just what to do
If you were holding out all the money
Just a-looking for an easy going mechanic of depression
And then to wind up with your teeth against the wire fence
Wind up in the smallest of worlds crotch to the angriest lips
One deadly little spasm in the B.F. Skinner cancerteria
One deadly little spasm and what did this money buy?
Remix by Phriends
Video art director Ed Reibsamen
All Along The Schmuck Tower (more apologies to Bob Dylan)
Unrecorded
There must be some way out of here
Said the incel to the cuck
Can’t get with the women
I’m a pathetic shmuck
Republicans they hear me whine
Lib’rals say save the earth
None of them along the line
Can help me with my self worth
Hey!
No reason to read this lyric
The cuck he sorely spoke
There are many here among us
Who think his songs are not a joke
But you and I we have no slack
And we are not so jaded
So let us stop posting falsely now
Nobody’s getting laid
Hey!
The Twilight’s Last Gloating to the tune of Star Spangles Banner, written after the firing of Roseanne Barr, unrecorded
Oh say can you see
TVs last angry white
While so smugly we sniped
In the twilights last gloating
The white fright and Ro Barr
And the scurrilous tweeting
The TV show they loved
They’ll be happily streaming
The last rock stars cruel gaze
The sound of Purple Haze
Gave no proof amiright?
Our freak flags were still there
Oh see her dumb unsilenced fanbase still raves
O’er the land of the freaked
And the home of the crazed
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