There's a Woman in the Drain
Words by Bryon Bowers
There's a woman in the drain
Yes she's gone quite insane
Her tryfulls are not inane
She struggles with the Pain.
Long ago lost her soul
To the Clown King's Reign
Prays before every exchange
for her soul to remain…
[Chorus]
Can the Bulwark hold?
Yes, I am told
By the honor and convention of old
Liberty's soul
Is getting sold
Liberty for Sale
to the Shark and to the whale
It's not Arbi-Trajj
It's a Tear-Riff Mir-Raj
3rd Term opening' up a can of worms
Feeding them to his Minions
in tiny Sold-my-soul portions
[Chorus]
He's dismantling' love
He's shooting' all the doves
Targeting Immigrants, Tourists
and anyone who dares to disagree
He's a dog of an angry pedigree
Ripping' up the constitution
Spreading' his Hate pollution
[Chorus]
Water filling up
Slowly to the top
Open the Drain
Welcome the Pain
now you must swim
only to his whim
Swim Lady Swim….
Only to Him….
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