
Mr. Newberger's bluesman alter ego, Lonesome Truth Hawkins, walks to the White House gates with a guitar and speaks out against Trump's tacky changes.
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Woke up this morninā, saw the North Lawn lyinā low
Yeah I woke up this morninā, saw that North Lawn lyinā low
He poured down concrete, where the green grass used to grow
[Verse 2]
Flagpoles everywhere, like a circus in a war
Oh them flagpoles wavinā ā aināt got symmetry no more
Now photos all cockeyed, and he want fifty more
[Chorus]
He wrecked the house, rewriting history
It aināt the Taj Mahal, up for bankruptcy
Painted gold on every shame,
Hanging craven images tooā
Trump wreckinā the damn placeā¦
Lord, aināt nothing we can do
[Verse 3]
Gold chairs, gold toilets, everything got gold plate
Took the Peopleās Mansion, made it his cheesy estate
Like a tacky casino with a line to litigate
[Verse 4]
He tossed out Dr. King, said "That bust aināt my feng shui"
Yeah, threw out Martin Luther, ādonāt need some Black guy lookinā at me!ā
Hung his own damn mugshot, proud of his criminality!
[Chorus]
He wrecked the house, rewriting history
It aināt the Taj Mahal, up for bankruptcy
Painted gold on every shame,
Hanging craven images tooā
Trump wreckinā the damn placeā¦
Lord, aināt nothing we can do
[Bridge]
Heās got spies in every hallway, every one is far right wing
Lincolnās ghost went back to the theater, said āat least itās got less blingā
Even George Washington whispers, āI thought we said no kings!ā
[Final Chorus]
He wrecked the house, rewriting history
It aināt the Taj Mahal, up for bankruptcy
Painted gold on every shame,
Hanging craven images tooā
Trump wreckinā the damn placeā¦
Lord, aināt nothing we can do