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1. Donald and Vladimir
2. To the Streets
3. Fair Game
4. The Essential Truth
5. Days of Rage

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Donald and Vladimir

CHORUS:
What’s he got on you
That’s got you turning blue?
What’s he got on you
That’s got you turning blue?

That weekend in Moscow, 2013
Did you star in a film for the KGB?
Did she get you chains? Did you cry like a girl?
President Trump, it’s the fate of the world

CHORUS

Now President Trump, visage lacquered with gold
Does he got you on tape? Was she fourteen years old?
President Trump, these old bombs ain’t toys
Or does he got you on tape with a horse and a boy?

CHORUS

Donald and Vladimir got their fingers on their buttons
Now you can press yours, turn the world into nothing
But you better act fast ‘cause he’s gonna hit play
It’s the fate of the world on that videotape

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To the Streets

We wanted brotherhood
We wanted truth
We wanted wanted nothing more than what you said was due
We wanted dignity
We wanted love
You gave us endless war and Donald Fucking Trump

To the streets
Take it to the streets
To the streets

CHORUS:
Big talk
No clue
No shame and no excuse
Tin-pot
Ill-bred
We’ve seen how these things end

We wanted sanity
The rule of law
You gave us promises as bankrupt as the Taj
We wanted decency
We wanted trust
You gave us Bannon, Flynn, and Donald Fucking Trump

To the streets
Take it to the streets
To the streets

CHORUS:
Sick thoughts
Sick men
The sick fuck is all pretense
Sentence first
Verdict next
And we’ve seen how these things end

Oh, don’t forget it
It’s heaven to be young and in the streets

CHORUS:
Thin skin
Fat gut
The vainglory is all a front
Sentence first
But you’re next
‘Cause we know how this will end

Let me hear you sisters
Let me hear you brothers
Let me hear you sing it from the rooftops
To your fathers and your mothers

It’s heaven to be in the streets

Andrew Metzger: lead vocal, synthesizer
Laura Mace: featured vocal, backing vocals, handclaps
Jackson Allen: electric guitar*
Brett Farkas: acoustic guitar
Santiago Vidal: piano
Kai Kurosawa: bass guitar
Matt Starr: drums
Gabriela T: backing vocals, handclaps
Karlina Covington: backing vocals, handclaps
Mark Karachi: cajon, caxixi, tambourine

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Fair Game

First he warned you
It would begin
Way back last summer before your breathing was a sin
Now white’s become black
And the rage has turned red
Summertime’s over, darling, summertime is dead

CHORUS:
Sorry darling, but you’re fair game
Come tomorrow I’ll be fair game
Come tomorrow, come tomorrow, come what may
I’ll take your hand and walk beside you
And let love light the way

They told you clearly
What they would do
You won’t believe it till the gunsight’s fixed on you
Something got broken
Something got loose
Now everything’s possible, darling, and nothing’s ever true

CHORUS

What’s true
What’s right
Won’t change
Won’t die
A fair game?
It’s no game

CHORUS

The Essential Truth

I don’t have the right, you say
To call a spade a spade
Peroxide blondes, cluster bombs
And the full force of the state

CHORUS:
Do you take me for a fool?
I always could see through
Do you take me for a fool?
For seeing the essential truth

An outer-borough accent
Your father loved you less
You got Milton Berle’s thumbs? Now that’s a good one
When you compensate, you’re the best

CHORUS

Now you’re basking in the click-click-clicking of the camera flashes
And the lick, lick, licking of the kissing asses
And they’re piss, piss, pissing on Obama’s mattress
And you’ve almost flown away

CHORUS

Days of Rage

Oh oh, oh oh, the sands and winds of time
Have blown me over and they’re haunting you
You count the years gone by as you clutch a photograph
That brings you closer to your vanished youth

Now close your eyes and dream your dreams
Let nothing wake you from your sleep
Let nothing break your fantasies
And all that long-dead history

CHORUS:
Melt down, burn to the ground
Open the top and let it all pour out
That dead hand, still in command
Pulling you back to the promised land
You took six Ativan and a rosary
But your little girl’s still going Symbionese
That dead hand, still in command
It always and ever will be

Days of rage
Days of rage

So take us homeward to those days you remember
Where birds are singing and the church rings its bells
White picket fences dot the land of milk and honey
So you can hate your neighbor as you hate yourself

Now close your eyes and dream your dreams
The soothing tones from the TV
A Tanqueray, fluoxetine
And all those garbled memories

CHORUS:
Melt down, burn to the ground
Open the top and let it all pour out
That dead hand, still in command
Pulling you back to the promised land
You took two Demerol and a box of myrrh
But you still wake up with your feelings hurt
That dead hand, still in command
It always and ever will be

Days of rage
Days of rage

You pour a shot
The fuse is burning
You pour a shot, you pour a shot, you pour a shot, you pour a…

And when you come around, the world’s still burning down
Can’t recognize it, what this country has become
You close your eyes, you’re numb inside
You’ll throw the whole vial down tomorrow
Till it’s 1963

CHORUS:
Days of rage