Loss of Wonder ~ Philip Brent
Sung to the tune of Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Cooling March, right
And he peeves, clanging clown
And the mass at the sound, tellin’ tweet
Groove to the goad, to the blowdried beat down
And the hound of that rude hostile bleat
Mit a jagged vent
There where ain’t is free
And that hostile troop smellin’ poop and tea
It’s Drumpf, “Doctor” Drumpf, pay
“Doctor” Drumpf ‘s Have-a-fling Salivation Crow
Stack up your babies and punch your old ladies
And ev’ryone hoes, ’cause everything blows
“Doctor” Drumpf ‘s Crow
Room gets rabidly shrill
And then you almost get
Few could bear their self-debt, he stalks in
Lies stack up, coil
Grand when he shifts his pace
Ev’ry fear in the race is in him
Farting oft, he shows
By the smell he makes
That when he lets go,
Half the nation quakes
It’s Drumpf, “Doctor” Drumpf, pay
“Doctor” Drumpf ‘s Have-a-fling Salivation Crow
Stack up your babies and punch your old ladies
And ev’ryone hoes, ’cause everything blows
“Doctor” Drumpf ‘s Crow
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