words & music, vocals, guitars-T. Hakola, drums-Zoé Hochberg,
bass-Laureline Prod'homme, violin-Bénédicte Villain,
contact/info: http://theohakola.com
LIKE A RUG (The Confessions of DJ Trump)
Oh, I lie like a dog, I lie like I breathe
Like a toddler thug, oh, I seethe and mislead
Yeah, once my lips move, you know it’s all cock-and-bull
For I lie like a rug, like a crafty four-year-old
I can bear false witness till the cows come home
I can kiss off God’s laws, like no one you’ve ever known
That old Ninth Commandment’s got nothing on me
Oh, to hell with Leviticus (19:11) and One Timothy (4:2)...
and any crap about truth in Deuteronomy (5:20)
>
Oh, I lie through my teeth, I will never come clean
while you kiss my feet and caress my quisling
Telling tales is a breeze, I’ll double-deal till I die
and with Nixonian ease, it’s like a rug I will lie
I’ll take you to the cleaners blowing smoke in your eyes
A mishmash of misdemeanors, I’ll be your devil in disguise
When I side with the enemy, you’ll call me patriotic
and if the Dems try to stop me, you’ll dub them despotic...
I’m your longed-for lobotomy, your liberating narcotic
>
Oh, I lie like a tooth-puller... as they say in France
I lie through my teeth like my pup JD Vance
With maniacal mendacity, I cue the grievance hue and cry
With hubristic audacity, it’s like a rug that I lie
Lies have short legs... is what they say in Spain
but mine got the wheels of a runaway train
You repeat one enough, you can get it to stick
Yeah, that old Nazi bluff is my forever go-to shtick
Oh, I’ve hoodwinked an army of the wretched of the earth
took a horde of poor pawns for every dollar they’re worth
You can’t ever come clean when you don’t even know how
and ripping off the rabble is your prime cash cow
Perfidious and insidious, I’m a snake in the grass
and the fictions from me flow hissing like passing gas
When these zingers hit home you’ll wanna give me everything
wanna give me a throne and anoint me your king...
for the love of a liar is a terrible thing
>>
All you turncoats and traitors, come hear what I sing
Clap your hands for dictators making me their plaything
Or to put it more bluntly, just let me be your drug
Say to hell with your country and let me lie like a rug
Oh, I slept with the enemy, did Russian meddling disclaim
I fawned over Putin when he blitzkrieged Ukraine
Oh I know I’m American, but I have no shame
when I deepen and darken the stain on my name...
for I never learned how to play the patriot game
bass-Laureline Prod'homme, violin-Bénédicte Villain,
contact/info: http://theohakola.com
LIKE A RUG (The Confessions of DJ Trump)
Oh, I lie like a dog, I lie like I breathe
Like a toddler thug, oh, I seethe and mislead
Yeah, once my lips move, you know it’s all cock-and-bull
For I lie like a rug, like a crafty four-year-old
I can bear false witness till the cows come home
I can kiss off God’s laws, like no one you’ve ever known
That old Ninth Commandment’s got nothing on me
Oh, to hell with Leviticus (19:11) and One Timothy (4:2)...
and any crap about truth in Deuteronomy (5:20)
>
Oh, I lie through my teeth, I will never come clean
while you kiss my feet and caress my quisling
Telling tales is a breeze, I’ll double-deal till I die
and with Nixonian ease, it’s like a rug I will lie
I’ll take you to the cleaners blowing smoke in your eyes
A mishmash of misdemeanors, I’ll be your devil in disguise
When I side with the enemy, you’ll call me patriotic
and if the Dems try to stop me, you’ll dub them despotic...
I’m your longed-for lobotomy, your liberating narcotic
>
Oh, I lie like a tooth-puller... as they say in France
I lie through my teeth like my pup JD Vance
With maniacal mendacity, I cue the grievance hue and cry
With hubristic audacity, it’s like a rug that I lie
Lies have short legs... is what they say in Spain
but mine got the wheels of a runaway train
You repeat one enough, you can get it to stick
Yeah, that old Nazi bluff is my forever go-to shtick
Oh, I’ve hoodwinked an army of the wretched of the earth
took a horde of poor pawns for every dollar they’re worth
You can’t ever come clean when you don’t even know how
and ripping off the rabble is your prime cash cow
Perfidious and insidious, I’m a snake in the grass
and the fictions from me flow hissing like passing gas
When these zingers hit home you’ll wanna give me everything
wanna give me a throne and anoint me your king...
for the love of a liar is a terrible thing
>>
All you turncoats and traitors, come hear what I sing
Clap your hands for dictators making me their plaything
Or to put it more bluntly, just let me be your drug
Say to hell with your country and let me lie like a rug
Oh, I slept with the enemy, did Russian meddling disclaim
I fawned over Putin when he blitzkrieged Ukraine
Oh I know I’m American, but I have no shame
when I deepen and darken the stain on my name...
for I never learned how to play the patriot game
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