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minus-squareInvalidName2@lemmy.ziplinkfedilinkarrow-up16·4 days agoBut I’m in so deep You know I’m such a MAGA fool He’s got me wrapped around his finger Do you have to let him finger? Yes, you have to, yes you have to, yes you have to let him finger. I’ll see myself out. And report myself, too.
minus-squarecdf12345@lemmy.ziplinkfedilinkarrow-up1·2 days agoI tried using Zombie instead. Another press day’s breaking, Band in red, rehearsing lines, Silencing the questions, While the world reads between the signs. In their heads, they’re just repeating, Every gaslight, every claim, Marching for the cameras— No empathy, no shame. In their minds, in their minds, They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh. Selling lies, selling lies, They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh, eh, oh. What’s in their heads? They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh, eh, oh. The victims go unheard now, Stories lost in fog and spin. Truth is just a burden, They bury deep within. Donald loves the headlines, And tabloid fantasies, But they just keep on selling His twisted legacies.
But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a MAGA fool
He’s got me wrapped around his finger
Do you have to let him finger?
Yes, you have to, yes you have to, yes you have to let him finger.
I’ll see myself out. And report myself, too.
I tried using Zombie instead.
Another press day’s breaking,
Band in red, rehearsing lines,
Silencing the questions,
While the world reads between the signs.
In their heads, they’re just repeating,
Every gaslight, every claim,
Marching for the cameras—
No empathy, no shame.
In their minds, in their minds,
They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh.
Selling lies, selling lies,
They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh, eh, oh.
What’s in their heads?
They’re just pawnies, pawnies, pawnies—eh, eh, eh, oh.
The victims go unheard now,
Stories lost in fog and spin.
Truth is just a burden,
They bury deep within.
Donald loves the headlines,
And tabloid fantasies,
But they just keep on selling
His twisted legacies.