The Trump Treehouse of Tall Stories, Treason & Tyranny - "Baby General's Golden Black Heart's Band / Sky's Orange When You've Got Blind Friends" - Song

My last post started with "In my last post here..." and ended with  "...well, it continues" with some mention of windmills in between.

Indeed.


Baby General's Golden Black Heart's Band / Sky's Orange When You've Got Blind Friends

It was two plus years ago today
That baby general came to have his say
In a propagandist fascist style
With his lies he'd go the extra mile
He'd hammer them unto the red
IQ's regressing in his stead
Baby general's golden black heart's band

We're baby general's golden black heart's band
We play you all ya need to know
Baby general's golden black heart's klan
The torches are only for show
Baby general's cor-rupt
Baby general's morally
Baby general's bankrupt black heart's band

There's nothing to be seen here
Just back room in the know
There's such important work be done
Now won't you all just pray with us
We love it when you're dumb

We don't want you to be in the know
But we make you feel you're in the show
Keep you happy swimming in the glow
Helps suck you in the undertow
Now let us to present to you
The sad and lonely Orange years

Baby general's golden black heart's band

Trump D's victim's tears...

What would you say if I sang you a lie
So obvious you can't deny?
But you take it and then get to singin' along
Cause re-ality it don't apply

Oh, the sky's purple when you've got blind friends
Mmm it's any color when the truth gets bent
Mmm the sky's orange is the new message sent

What would you say if I filled you with hate
Gave you an enemy you could detest
Locked them away less than human they're caged
As you lend deaf ear to mankind's rage

Oh, the sky's black to go along with blue
Mmm your hu-manity now shares that hue
Mmm your sold souls invent a diff-er-ent view

Could you think you need saving?
That will surely come bust
Do you need to get praying?
But only to an orange need's lust

Where will we be when sad histr'y holds true
(do you re-alize that there's a cost?)
It's measured in lives deemed be less than they be
(can you jus-tify the ones we toss?)

Oh you get by when smallish minds stay small
Mmm to think more's an order way too tall
Ooohh there's no longer a sure one for all

Do you feel the en-emy's breath
(when it's their last just at our door-step)
Does it feel sad em-powerin'
(to de-value them as he has pled)

Oh you get by when it's a think of group
Mmm it's much eas'r in an ignorance troupe
Mmm you 'splain why but only in a vacuum

Yes you get by
Believin' nationalist lies
You're just a means to his end

Aaaahhhh