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Bored Of Peace
He’s a gangster, he’s a liar
Won’t even tell the truth about his height and his weight
He’s a rapist, he’s a grifter
He’s President of the United States
He was the first one to bomb Iran
He’s got masked agents roaming the streets
No-one’s safe from a Trump firearm
He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s got a bible, he didn’t read it
He says god wants him to lead the Race
You had your warning, you didn’t heed it
Now he’s President of the United States
He’s a colonist, he’s a sinner
Gonna carve up Gaza piece by piece
He’s got a medal but he’s no prize-winner
He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’ll buy you off or just invade ya
He profits from the chaos he creates
Greenland or Venezuela
He’s President of the United States
Rubio, Witkoff, Kushner, Blair
The worst reputations in the middle east
An open invitation to the billionaire
He’s got all the guns and he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Rubio, Witkoff and Blair
Rubio, Witkoff and Blair
Like a bad firm of solicitors
Here to handle the paperwork
For Gaza-Lago
On behalf of the Bored of Peace
Invading Venezuela
Regime change, like a nappy never pleasant
Happy New Year from the 47th President
Kidnapped in your PJ’s with your missus in tow
No warm welcome in Mar-a-Lago
It’s all helicopters and prison fatigues
Who’d have what Donny wants in times like these
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Colombia, Mexico, where is he next to go
Greenland better understand he ain’t afraid of NATO
Afraid of NATO, use your brain
You lot shit the bed when they invaded Ukraine
Yeah, Russia is smilin’, China is smilin’
The dictator roundabout is doing just fine, it’s
A blood for oil swap in a murderous coup
Except the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Meanwhile in Florida, The Donald’s all smiles
‘Cause no one’s looking at the Epstein files
Feeding the media different trials
Just gotta fly the convict in 2000 miles
But MAGA’s gonna need a big fentanyl high
If they wanna keep turning a MAGA blind eye
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Donroe doctrine, don’t care who’s watching
300 billion barrels and Chevron just clocked in
Exxon and Halliburton shares just locked in
All time high on the Dow Jones dropped in
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay your investor
Your oil company and military directors
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Trick Or Treat?
Weave the finest golden thread
Into a basket on your head
While spray tan panda eyes
Stare out from your disguise
Purse your lips into a bow
Like a German umlaut O
And tell them that it’s beautiful
That it’s indisputable
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?
And if that ain’t enough to scare ‘em
A masked militia might
Set upon anyone
Who isn’t quite white
Tear down, destroy and pillage
To remake in your image
Oh, the trick is sweet
Demand a Nobel treat
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?
Light your pumpkin lanterns
Stock up on your sweets
The monster’s coming
Trick or treat?
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?
Trick or treat?
(They’re Eating The) Swans
They’re eating the swans says Derek
They’re eating the swans in the Royal Park
Shut up Derek says Margaret
Stop being so daft
I heard it this morning on LBC
Where nothing is true so anything could be
In Clacton, it’s Derek’s take
That fake news is real, and real news is fake
When the MP shares a racist trope
The MP’s that kinda racist bloke
An MP who shares a racist hoax
Then covers his tracks with a just misspoke
Tropes to cover his tracks
Avoiding questions about his tax
And callers on the phone
Asking whose money paid for his Clacton home
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
And Nigel is the type of bloke
Who likes to share a racist trope
As you can see
Meanwhile across the pond
The stories correspond
They’re eating the dogs, they’re eating the cats
Are Donny’s version of the facts
Dropping racist bombs
Makes you wonder where Nigel gets it from
A taxi driver he says
Is where he gets his facts these days
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
And Nigel is the type of bloke
Who likes to share a racist trope
As you can see
They’re bringing in shariah law, says Derek
I heard it on LBC
Nigel’s taxi driver says so
And who am I to disagree
They’re eating the swans says Derek
It’s our MP’s hot take
When nothing is true in Clacton
Fake news is real and real news is fake
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
And Nigel is the type of bloke
Who likes to share a racist trope
As you can see
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be
When nothing is true, anything could be…..
A Second State Visit
The flags are out for the predators
The flags are out for the sex pests
From Tommy’s long list of abusers
To Epstein’s special guest
The flags are out for the Rapist-in-Chief
Meet the King, wave to the crowd
The flags are out for the predators
Don’t it make you fuckin’ proud
The American Dream
He wears his shoes way too big
And tells the most tremendous lies
He’s got magic healing ears
And two blind eyes for genocide
His allies are cosplay fascists
But the real deal is him
If you care to disagree
The boots come marching in
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful
He’ll even tell you it’s a gift
All hail forty-seven
All hail President Grift
They spit, we hit
The words of President Unfit
He sent the army in to wash away their sins
And this is how it all begins
Trained by the sales team and TV
Rule by executive decree
The American dream, the American scream
Dissent suppressed live on your screen
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful
He’ll even tell you it’s a gift
All hail forty-seven
All hail President Grift
The American dream is a crypto scheme
The American dream is a crypto scheme
A meme coin grifting new regime
The American Dream is a crypto scheme
The American dream is a crypto scheme
The American dream is a crypto scheme
While bombers fly in Middle Eastern skies
The American dream is a crypto scheme
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful
He’ll even tell you it’s a gift
All hail forty-seven
All hail President Grift
Sir Kier is Late For the War
Dear Donny, I’m so sorry I was late
I thought we had two weeks to get the message straight
You know that’s what the airbases are there for, mate
When Ronnie bombed the Libyans, we didn’t hesitate
I’ve got Lammy standing ready with a statement to make
He knows there’s a special relationship at stake
And if there’s war to be made, then war we shall make
I could do with some ban-the-burqa action to take
So, let me know Donny, if you’re gonna bomb some more
I wanna be like Margaret and Tony before
Not getting invited would leave me pretty sore
Dear Donny, I’m sorry I was late for the war
Tacos
Old Man Trump, like a bad cartoon
Spittin’ in the situation Room
Said Hey Benny I have a plan
Let’s go ahead and bomb Iran
Let’s bomb Iran
Let’s bomb Iran
While Huckabee cheered and Huckabee cried
God, he said, is surely on your side
Like he told George, Invade Iraq
Old Man Trump, God’s got your back
God’s got his back
God’s got his back
Then Trump, he said, maybe I will
I do wish the Ayatollah ill
And I know my mouth just wrote a cheque
But I won’t decide ‘til the very last sec
The very last sec
The very last sec
And the whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
On the eve of World War Three
He said he’d bring peace to Ukraine
But Old Man Trump chickened out again
Sayin’ Well it really ain’t so bad
And I don’t wanna upset Vlad
Don’t wanna upset Vlad
Don’t wanna upset Vlad
He was gonna wipe Afghan off the face
And fire Little Rocket Man into space
But fire and fury never occurred
Thank God for Donny’s no-good word
His no-good word
His no-good word
And the whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
On the eve of World War Three
And the whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
The whole world prayed for tacos
On the eve of World War Three
The eve of World War Three
The eve of World War Three
Steve White & The Protest Family 