Here’s the story of the listless vessels
Who’ve been livin’ in a whitewashed fantasy.
All want to guard their status, stay the masters,
Keeping others in chains.
(And the story of a venal party
Who’ve been suckin’ up to corporate CEOs
All of them have dreams of gold, like their masters,
And keep the poor in chains.)
Here’s the story, of a man named Donny,
Who was busy with big dreams of his own,
He wanted everyone to like him,
Yet he felt all alone.
Till the one day when those losers heard this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group would somehow form a family.
That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.
That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.
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