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Well my daddy didn’t work in a coal mine
But his daddy didn’t spot him a gold find
Well if you handed me gold I like to think I'd dream bolder
Than selling Chinese-made golden steak knives
Well if my papa gave me dozens of millions
I believe that I'd build something that lasts
Like an acceptance machine run on American dreams
That makes the deadbeat rich a thing of the past
I wouldn't build a single tyranny wall
I wouldn’t build a single deportee boat
But I would wind up and wail a single three-penny nail
To hang a sign that sang the popular vote
Cause being loud and rich don’t make you king
Being mean and rich don’t make you king
Everyone knows you never earned anything
And being loud and rich don’t make you king
Your tiny lexicon is alarming
Maybe your tiny hands should pick up a book
If your brain is so yuge why do you bigly abuse
The English language like a toddler would
Well it's obvious you don’t know "the best words"
Since mostly you just care about breast words
Not including the Russian you were whispered by Putin
Words like kukol'nyy and zolotoy dush
Oh being loud and rich don’t make you king
Being mean and rich don’t make you king
Everyone knows you never built anything
And being loud and rich don’t make you king
Oh and have fun hanging out with the Klan
Have fun hanging out with the wingnuts
Have fun hanging out with the racists and D-list
at your piss-fests in the West Wing bunks
Cause no celebrity will come to your party
Even Springsteen's cover band thinks you're tacky
Even the cover band for Springsteen's cover band
Finds your commitment to democracy lacking
But Three Doors Down they had that one hit that one time
It was a good hit and I'm sure they will play it
I'm sure their singles sales will see tremendous growth
And you'll spend your two-month term tweeting 'bout it
And your impeachment hearing tweeting about it
Oh being loud and rich don’t make you king
Being mean and rich don’t make you king
Everyone knows you haven't won anything
And being loud and rich don’t make you king
When this all goes away generations will sing
That a sad orange man once thought he was king
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Oh Mueller
03:50
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Oh Mueller oh Mueller
Tear the swampland asunder
And shackle these treasonous thieves
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
He’ll clean out the gutter
And we’ll finally be able to breathe
You lanky G-man
Seize the overly tanned
Who grab gab and golf while we suffer
Put the traitors on trial
And Kompromat the smiles
Of every grifter from Tampa to Russia
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
Tear the swampland asunder
And shackle these treasonous thieves
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
He’ll clean out the gutter
And we’ll finally be able to breathe
Is this just a covfefe
Or do they truly believe
That perpetual lies don't undo you?
Please do overstep
Straight onto their necks
And let the stool pigeons flutter right to you
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
Tear the swampland asunder
And shackle these treasonous thieves
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
He’ll clean out the gutter
And we’ll finally be able to breathe
Yes the trumps are all dummies
But it still would be funny
To put their dim wits under oath
And ask with insistence
How with foreign assistance
They could still lose by three million votes
Oh how’d you still lose by three million votes?
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
Tear the swampland asunder
And shackle these treasonous thieves
Oh Mueller oh Mueller
He’ll clean out the gutter
And we’ll finally be able to breathe
Oh Mueller
Oh Mueller
Take hold of the rudder
This captain-less ship is at sea
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Orange People
03:59
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Orange people lie whenever they want to
That’s how orange people get a place on the throne
Orange people love pollutin’ and Putin
And shooting and rooting for the hoods and robes
Orange people cause nothing but trouble
Orange people cause nothing but pain
Orange people spent their time on destroying
Cause orange people can’t create anything
No Orange people never made anything
Cause Orange people got handed everything
Orange people lock children in cages
Orange people gonna frack up your well
Orange people get endless divorces
Then tell the evangelicals they’re Christian as hell
Orange people cause nothing but trouble
Orange people cause nothing but pain
Orange people spent their time on destroying
Cause orange people can’t create anything
No Orange people never made anything
Cause Orange people got handed everything
If you think orange is your color
If you think a free press is to blame
If you let an anthem blind you to murder
Then I’ve got some friends in Germany with something to say
And I’ve got some friends in Italy with something to say
And I’ve got some friends in Tokyo with something to say
If orange people cause nothing but heartache
Then why are other colors always to blame
It may be time to toss the oranges down the impeach pit
And let the other colors have the final say
And let the other colors have the final say
And let the other colors have the final say
Cause orange is only good for jumpsuits anyway
Orange people got nothing but trouble
Orange people cause nothing but pain
Orange people spent their time on destroying
Cause orange people can’t create anything
No Orange people never made anything
Cause Orange people got handed everything
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Refugee Song
05:46
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The driftwood picture frame
That your grandfather made
As a child, down in steerage
Fleeing famine, fleeing flood
Hangs over the TV
Where you curse the refugees
As he watches from that photo
From that gangway, from your door
If he knocked would you pull the blinds
Lock your legacy outside
Or would you hold him
Say you're welcome,
You are wanted
You are home
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You are welcome here
Don’t listen to the castle
Listen to the masses
You're welcome
You are welcome here
If you can shrug off the pain
Of a suffering stranger at your gate
Say goodbye to the Jesus
That you never truly claimed
Because we were all the unwelcomed
One time or another
But together built a manger
Ripped the doors off and called it ours
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You are welcome here
Don’t listen to the castle
Listen to the masses
You're welcome
You are welcome here
The unwelcome built your roads
Laid your rails and framed your homes
Lighted your rooms, lassoed the moon
Mended your hearts, mended your bones
So bring on the homeless, bring on the lost
Bring on the refuse tempest tossed
The lamp of liberty is low
We need you now, we need you so
So bring on the Muslim, bring on the Sikh
Bring on the good and bruised and weak
Bring on the Christian, bring on the drifting
Bring on the brave and bring on the meek
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
You are welcome here
Don’t listen to the castle
Listen to the masses
You're welcome
You are welcome here
You're welcome
You're welcome
You are home
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Dream Good
03:49
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Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I got leveraged from my home
The man down from the bank said “it ain’t me, son, it’s the law”
Now we’re sleeping in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I’m trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was the merit that you earned by learning hard
Slagging iron or laying tile like pa and his before
When a man is judged again by effort
Not by what he’s stole and stored
I’ll dream better than I’ve ever dreamed before
I’ll dream better than I’ve ever dreamed before
Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I been seeking out some grace
Cause it’s hard to gauge the changes anymore from place to place
We got strip malls cut and pasted, we got one-trick radio
We got roads to burn and nowhere left to go
But we got minds that need some wilderness to grow
But singing o’er the red rock, in the purple mountain wake
In the amber of the ocean bending like the winded grain
There’s still lullabies to live by you can’t buy in any store
To set you dreaming like you never dreamed before
They’ll set you dreaming like you never dreamed before
Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I been scattered cross this land
Become a man run ragged just to hold two hands of sand
But the third shift down at Goodyear they ain’t hiring anymore
And my baby's in the backseat with a temp of 104
God shut the blinds and he ain’t unlocked the door
But still my boots they love a factory floor
Cause I’m the son of everything I’ve loved and built and made
And I still trust my babies to the Union to be saved
So when I lay my heart and hammer at the providential door
I’ll dream better than I ever dreamed before
I’ll dream better than I ever dreamed before
Cause my brothers and my sisters know the score
They still believe this land’s worth dreaming for
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Loose Freight Portland, Oregon
Loose Freight is Bill Kerrigan, Bryan Fox, and Marty Moran. They're on a geographically-mandated hiatus. This site has some of Marty's solo work, too.
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