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In Lockstep
03:07
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Goose stepping to your voice
In lockstep. In lockstep.
You’re a misguided choice.
In lockstep. In lockstep.
You think you’ve got folks lining up to praise your name.
They just want to be part of your childish fame.
Some will follow you down the barrel of a gun
Not thinking for themselves into oblivion.
You promised to build a wall and drain the swamp.
I’ll Rage Against the Machine. I’m calm like a bomb.
We walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
You kill American dreams from right to left.
Goose stepping to your voice.
In lockstep. In lockstep.
You’re a misguided choice.
In lockstep. In lockstep.
You need to stop tweeting with your tiny thumbs.
Get off the pot and get the job done.
Or better yet keep playing your lousy golf.
Stuck in a sand trap. America’s better off.
This is my song and I’ve just begun.
This is my national anthem!
I’ll keep reading the twenty-third Psalm.
Until you’re six feet under and no longer a problem.
In lockstep. In lockstep.
Are we having fun yet? Are we having fun yet?
Are we having fun yet? Are we having fun yet?
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2. |
Closer
02:55
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Can I get a little help here?
I need to get something off my chest.
Can you tell me why he’s not imprisoned yet?
No one should be above the law.
So much damning evidence.
So, answer me this. Answer me this!
I’m tired of you telling us you’re a billionaire or a millionaire
Prove it. Show us your taxes and clear the air.
What are you afraid of?
That’s some mighty ego you’re holding onto.
I remember in high school how my AP European teacher said,
“The Holy Roman Empire was neither Holy, Roman, or an Empire!”
You’re not a stable genius.
You’re not stable.
You’re not a genius.
That’s NOT even a real thing.
You can’t fool us!
Enough of your BS.
I want to get closer.
Closer to the truth.
No more of your fake news.
I want to get closer.
Closer to the truth.
No more of your fake news.
You keep saying stuff like you know more than the generals.
How would you even know?
You never fought for anything except more camera time.
My grandfather was a real hero.
Fought in WWII.
Stationed in the South Pacific.
Was shot in the shoulder and still rescued his men from a machine nest of snipers.
Earned a Purple Heart, Silver Star, and Pacific Ribbon.
Your heart is cold and dead within.
His lives on forever.
You forget your own son’s name and strip children from their mothers.
I want to get closer.
Closer to the truth.
No more of your fake news.
I want to get closer.
Closer to the truth.
No more of your fake news.
I want to get closer.
Closer to the truth.
No more of your fake news.
How does it feel to be a loser?
Tell me the truth.
Loser.
It’s true.
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3. |
Sister
03:20
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No more predatory mind games.
No more Trumps and Weinsteins.
No more Nassar and harassers.
We’re done with stalkers and abusers.
Time is up on all your lying.
No more crying and fighting.
Time is up on all your crimes, babe.
You think I’m staying, then you’re crazy.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
No more drinking till you can’t see.
No more rapes in the backseat.
No more whispers in the hallways.
It’s not fun when she can’t breathe.
“Me Too” is not a movement.
It’s a way of life, I’ll prove it.
I’ll tell you about my story.
A guy bit me on the ass cheek.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
I pound my chest with the rest. Sister, sister.
Our feet will march. We won’t be stopped. Sister, sister.
We’ll join forces one by one. Sister, sister.
We’ll stand our ground, bring towers down. Sister, Sister.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
Rise up with me and fight with me sister.
We’re not alone. We’re our hope, sister.
No more predatory mind games.
Time is up on all your crimes, babe!
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4. |
Pressure
03:41
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Lay low ‘til the time is right.
Guns go off in my head.
Store up the ammunition.
Underneath my bed.
Sweat dripping down my face.
Blood surging through my veins.
Aim high. I will not miss.
I’ll save the human race.
The pressure’s on.
Gonna fight it hard.
The pressure’s on.
It’s time to start.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
Anger fills up my mind.
No fears of my next crime.
Take all these pains in stride.
Yes, it’s time. It’s time.
Wave to my family.
I'm heading out the door.
Won’t walk these streets no more.
I’m ready to explode.
The pressure’s on.
Gonna fight it hard.
The pressure’s on.
It’s time to start.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
Been fighting this urge since I was born.
Time to draw up plans, it’s time for war.
You’re gonna look truth straight in the eye.
When you think it’s time to say goodbye.
Tick tock, tick tock, time’s a tockin’.
When you hear, when you hear my knockin’.
Tick tock, tick tock, time’s a tockin’.
You’ll be the one, be the one shockin’.
‘Bout to visit and drop bombs.
Fuck the NRA.
Won’t hear the cries of moms.
Some kids won’t see more days.
Hands up, hands up so high.
This is our time to fight.
You’ll hear my battle cry.
When shouts fly through the sky.
The pressure’s on.
Gonna fight it hard.
The pressure’s on.
It’s time to start.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
Gonna fight it hard.
The pressure’s on.
It’s time to start.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
The pressure’s on.
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5. |
Lazarus
04:08
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
Not like the words you say with disdain
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Nothing Trump says or does is all that grand
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
You don’t look for honor, you look for fans
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Shines brighter than the Trump empire name
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Still greater than anything Trump proclaims
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Reaches out to every woman and man
Glows worldwide welcome; her mild eyes command
Respect and honor is something she’ll demand
Emma Lazarus had a dream.
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity.
On the Statue of Liberty.
Emma Lazarus had a dream.
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity.
On the Statue of Liberty.
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame
Cut to children in cages in a waiting game
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
America, wake from four years of sleep!
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
NOT, “Give me your tired, your poor who can stand on their own two feet”
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Stop acting like Vladimir Putin’s whore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
To live in a country where they can be free
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
It won’t be long before Trump’s no more
Emma Lazarus had a dream.
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity.
On the Statue of Liberty.
Emma Lazarus had a dream.
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity.
On the Statue of Liberty.
The people of America won’t take these lies anymore.
The blue wave is going to crash into these shores.
We’re going to demand our government listen to our pleas.
And set out for the real American dream.
We’ll be free from your corruption and lies.
And welcome the 2020 Millennial tide.
Emma Lazarus had a dream
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity
On the Statue of Liberty
Emma Lazarus had a dream
Similar to Martin Luther King, Her
Words inscribed for eternity
On the Statue of Liberty
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Qwehrke Colorado
Qwehrke "quirky" is a multi-genre artist blending the lines of artistry with raw, emotional heartfelt songs. Good Girl is finally here. Just dance!
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