The Swamp King

You’d probably sell your soul Blank eyes and a heart that’s cold You’d sell your mother if you could You’re a blight on the neighborhood

I’m begging you please, trash man Can you throw him in your can? We’ve a lot to do and time is short This fool can cry in court

You’re the Swamp King
The Swamp King

A fake leader whose words are dust A clown who we can’t trust He says he’s the Chosen One But his ego just blocks the sun

No, this isn’t a bad dream It’s just a con, a grifter’s scheme A rotten brew of stinking greed A filthy crook who we don’t need

You’re the Swamp King
The Swamp King

Your tiny hands pray to yourself And never open any book on the shelf Unstable and a child of five We’ll be lucky if we stay alive

You invite all the rats to consume Some cheese in the Lincoln room Orange face and a silly grin Knee-deep in a world of sin

You’re the Swamp King
The Swamp King

(Kellyanne, Scaramucci, Flynn and Barr Michael Cohen, Pence and a border scar Giuliani, Stone and Vladimir All in all one giant smear Goodbye, Allelulia, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Allelulia)