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Podcast: I Feel Snitty
Episode 214: 34 Felony Crackdown (anti-Trump rock-opera parody album based off Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown)
Premiere Date: 5/5/2023
Length: 1:10:00 (4,493 words)
Transcript:
34 Felony Crackdown
1. “Con of the Century”
It was the con of the century
Only happens in idiocracies
Their heads placed permanently in the sand
Forgot to look up to breathe again
Told to not believe what they see nor hear
Unless uttered by faux “John Miller”
He authored the con of the century
On a yuge bathroom stall with a Sharpie
Their delusions quickly became quite clear
The con “will set us free”
Act I: Dotards and Dons
2. “34 Felony Crackdown”
[Part I]
Whoo, whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo
Born in a mansion, the son of a king
His shadow was opportunity
All the failures were greeted with a shrug
No consequences for all his f*ck-ups
The three-millionth time was no charm
The truth hatched, he’s more screwed than a chick at a farm
34 felony crackdown
There’s no misdemeanors to be found
His life of crime finally has a price
A rat behind bars, afraid of the mice
Whoo, whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo
His vests were always legal-proof
His Pampers, rat-hair, and clip-on ties too
Thought he’d get away with everything
Then he got smacked on the a$$ by Stormy
The three-millionth time was no charm
The truth hatched, he’s more screwed than a chick at a farm
34 felony crackdown
There’s no misdemeanors to be found
His life of crime finally has a price
A rat behind bars, afraid of the mice
[Part 2]
We are his, we are his loyal dumb sheep
Do all he says, still believe we are free
If he says “Inject Tide!” to clean our clothes
We’ll get naked and ask, “Where is the needle?!?”
The mob is where I felt I belonged
Took “Goodfellas” lit’rally
So I proudly joined the dotards and dons
Where I questioned authority
Where I never questioned authority (No!)
What they say will always go
Unless a whacking is on your bucket list
Then, by all means, just say NO!
No!
No!
No!
I don’t want to die, so I’ll trust and obey
Nod, smile, nod, smile, nod, smile, repeat
Hopefully my neck and face don’t hurt again
So many times I can say cheese
But for freedom that’s a minor price to pay (Shh!)
Sacrifice life to look creepy
Made to believe I’m free in mind, heart, and soul
No thoughts, feelings inside me
I know I am right
Everyone else is wrong
For the truth is on my side
On Opposite Day
[Part III]
Baa, sheep, in unison, baa, sheep
Making loud noises, all volume, no substance
Blah, sheep, in unison, blah, sheep
You’re the “Dumbfellas”: The dotards and dons
3. “No More Honesty”
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
His mouth is an enemy to our democracy
His nasty-a$$ mouth is an enemy
Stick him in an infirmary, record-quickly
Mask him, stop the spread of his malarkey (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
He’ll say he’s not guilty, ask trailer parks for money
They’ll then sell Junior some Motel-6 blow (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
Poor little Donnie, forced to take responsibility
Karma is a b*tch and she wants some more (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Only a matter of time
Til he’s punished for his crimes
Til he cries in the night and tissue stocks rise
Chant “LOCK HIM UP!”
Chant “LOCK HIM UP!”
Truth: His mouth is an enemy (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
So deplorable and nasty (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
Truth: His mouth is an enemy (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
Poor little Donnie, that b*tch Karma wants some bigly retribution
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
Y’all want no more honesty? Y’all get no more honesty
Just a growing nose when he speaks - honestly
(Y’all want no more honesty?)
He’ll say he’s not guilty, ask trailer parks for money
(Just a growing nose – honestly)
They’ll then sell Junior some Motel-6 blow (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
(Y’all get no more honesty)
Poor lil Donnie, forced to take responsibility
(Just a growing nose – honestly)
Karma is a b*tch and she wants some more (chant “LOCK HIM UP!”)
4. “¡Amar Old Glory Hole!”
Oh, glory hole, you’re a fantasy of his mind
What could be on the other side?
A porn star ready to spank him with his face?
His personal “doctor” saying, “Here’s something you can sniff”?
Unfortunately no, neither of those were the case
They’d be much too clean for his sick and demented tastes
Oh, glory hole, what he wants will never breathe
He’s grabbed it joyfully, while saying it makes us free
Glory hole, amar Old Glory hole
The stars and stripes he claims to always salute
Dodging drafts and attacking Golden Star families
There’s not a single brave bone in him
Glory hole, don’t worry, glory hole
Old Glory placed a restraining order against him
The judge said, “What the f*ck?!?,” but then, “I’ll allow it”
“I’m getting too old for this sh*t”
He started singing our banner (Glory hole!)
But remembered none of the words
“Jose built some rockets over there” (Glory hole!)
“Do the wave, watch ‘Twilight,’ and burst”
Standing tall, wearing a MAGA hat
Glory hole, don’t worry, glory hole
Old Glory will never embrace his filth
It’d rather be burned in a necessary protest
Than feel his puny hands on it
Glory hole, amar Old Glory hole
He f*cks the country over to keep from getting screwed
Whines that he’s the victim when he’s really the culprit
Such a man-baby, he is
So, glory hole, there’s no need to worry
He’ll be embraced by bars in time
Glory hole, yes, he’ll try to scurry
But will never outrun our stars and stripes
5. “Withholding the Bribery”
Speaking, he was only speaking
“I’ll give you that if you give me this,” no quid pro quo
Dealing, he is always dealing
“Four-hundred million for Biden’s dental records”
Reeling, his story is reeling
Like the Pinocchio-who-cried-wolf on steroids
Covers, he’s running for covers
But the bed he made he will now have to lie in
(Oh, boo-hoo)
He’s withholding the bribery
One even the blind can see
Guilty of fraud and conspiracy
Obstruction and being a pu$$y
He never thought he would be caught
He thought everything could be bought
Forgot technology exists
Thought TikTok was a clock for kids
Impeached for his crimes on two counts (Lock!)
Then acquitted by soul sell-outs (Him!)
He must have some dirt on them (Up!)
Lady G’s blow-up doll named Gym
Morals not a part of his life
He’d rather die than say he lied
About to face his comeuppance
“Mother’s disappointed,” says Mike Pence
A criminal (Lock)
He is a criminal (Him)
A criminal (Up)
He is a criminal (Now)
Each accusation is a confession
When he threatens, he says “I was…”
Speaking, he was only speaking
“I’ll give you that if you give me this,” no quid pro quo
Dealing, he is always dealing
“Four-hundred million for Biden’s dental records”
Reeling, his story is reeling
Like the Pinocchio-who-cried-wolf on steroids
Covers, he’s running for covers
But the bed he made he will now have to lie in
6. “Donnie’s a Zero”
He thinks he is seeing green, but is in the red
Dealt a winning hand, but still having to fold, as he turned casinos into sh*t
Vodka and steaks rarely miss, yet he couldn’t make a dime
The world’s greatest businessman, only if all others died
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
A big rat on his head he bought at the Dollar Store
He’s got the physique of a Chris Farley of Chippendales, only much less agile
With the complexion of a Cheeto that’s been worn
Hands so small, they were rejected by a circus-porn
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
Hey-ho, Donnie’s a zero
7. “Stormy At Birth”
Melanie’s at home with their son
So, where’s he gone?
Getting milk, food at the store?
No, he met a porn star instead
In a bed
Husband, father of the year
He whips out his mini-mushroom
Then saying, “I was in the pool”
Pretending he was cool
He was finished before they started
Saying “Sign this and tell no one”
Life changed after his baby’s birth
Storm alert
One-thirty K to shut her up
This could hurt his chances of…with
Who’s the b*tch?
Melanie or Melanoma?
He whips out his mini-mushroom
Then saying, “I was in the pool”
Pretending he was cool
He was finished before they started
Saying “Sign this and tell no one”
He whips out his mini-mushroom
Then saying, “I was in the pool”
Pretending he was cool
He was finished before they started
Oh, God, yes, he is so screwed
Act II: Harlequins and Fakes
8. “He’s Jesus Nowhere”
Lesu anchiteze
Ese es quien es
“Trump Jesus was arrested by the Roman government”
(…yllaer ton tuB) …eH ma I dnA
They chant his name when he arrives
Give him all the money they don’t have
Thinking that will help them to survive
Though he doesn’t care that they’re alive
(Pay up!) For all his suits
(Pray now!) That he hears you
(Pay up!) So he can win
(Pray now!) The world will end
The guy thinks all the poor are weak
That they all smell like fruit and veggies
Loves no one but his stinky self
He even hates children and elves
The church goes in flames
When he decides to step in it
The Bible doesn’t say
Lard Cheeto F*ckstick is the savior
He says what the deaf want to hear
“Race don’t exist; whites are superior”
He’ll brag he’s a self-made man, raking in billions by himself
Gone bankrupt six times; asked for daddy’s help
He breaks every Commandment daily
He’d f*ck his own family
Would steal from a children’s charity
He’d even say “Jesus Christ is me!”
The church goes in flames
When he decides to step in it
The Bible doesn’t say
Lard Cheeto F*ckstick is the savior
“I am He”
But not really
“He is me”
If “he” is Judas
He rebels against what’s good and right
Boobs and dollars always cloud his mind
The “Rule” – the only thing not Golden
Do unto others as would Satan
The church goes in flames
When he decides to step in it
The Bible doesn’t say
Lard F*ckstick is the savior
‘Men!
9. “Pisstaker”
Not one, but six!
So, my name is Donnie; I’ve got no money; owned by the Russian mob
Together do some “laundry,” or they’ll clean me out (Oh, no-no)
So, I call my Vlady; I’m on hold, hold, hold, hold, hold
After five hours, he says, “Why don’t you just leave us alone?”
So, I wear a bracelet, as a reminder; asks “What Would Vlady Do?”
If my Cabinet protests it, I say “You are screwed!” (Oh, yeah-yeah)
So, I call a guy, who says, “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait”
“I know what he did in the summer of sixty-eight”
Showers, the golden showers
There are powers with the tapes
Pee on my a$$ and face
So, whatever Vlady says, I trust and obey
So, his name is Donnie; he’s lost some money; is owned by the mob
He’s on a choke-collar, so they don’t bark (Ruff, ruff, ruff)
So, he’s always their b*tch, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf, arf
If they say to, he’ll lick his balls if one is left
So, he has no control, but wants to act like he’s really strong
Even though his muscles look like nothing more than fluff (fluff, fluff, fluff)
So, I’m a pisstaker, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Little Donnie, take it away again for the chorus
Showers, the golden showers
There are powers with the tapes
Pee on my a$$ and face
So, whatever Vlady says, I trust and obey
So, now I’m tired of doing the mob favors
Being the butt of “showers” jokes by pisstakers
Shit, I’ve got a call from someone named Popovsky (“Ha, ha, ha”)
“You better not take off, for we hold your golden fate”
“We know what he did in the summer of sixty-eight”
“We know what he did in the summer of sixty-eight”
“We know what he did in the summer of sixty-eight”
“We know what he did in the summer of sixty-eight”
10. “Harassing All Women and Girls”
She’d rather suffer a migraine, gout, and kidney stones than shake his hand
She’d rather get a full-face tattoo of a$$ than smell his stench
She’d rather recreate “Titanic” sinking than hear him scream her name
They want nothing to do with him; he’s harassing all women and girls
She’d rather skydive without a parachute than feel his lips on hers
She’d rather always hallucinate than see his tiny mushroom
She’d rather be waterboarded than hear the torture of his words
She’d rather serve a life-sentence than spend just one second with him
He’s a third-world, sh*t-hole country, only in semi-human form
They want nothing to do with him; he’s harassing all women and girls
She’d rather die a virgin than be within six-feet of his “wherever”
She’d rather have hair like Fester than feel what’s on his head
She’d rather spin in F-5 tornadoes than for him to twirl her
She’d rather forever sleep than find him in her bed
He’s a sh*t-hole country, only in semi-human form
They want nothing to do with him; he’s still harassing all women and girls
She’d rather suffer a migraine, gout, and kidney stones than shake his hand
She’d rather get a full-face tattoo of a$$ than smell his stench
She’d rather spin in F-5 tornadoes than for him to twirl her
They want nothing to do with him; he’s still harassing all women and girls
Ooh, burn
Mic drop
Ooh, burn
11. “Daughter’s Sexy”
Incestuous and grossness
He can’t stop saying, “Look, my daughter’s sexy”
Incestuous and nauseous
“A 10; hotter than yours; my daughter’s sexy”
He’ll make the comment on a talk show
“I’d hit that if she weren’t my daughter”
Everyone and their moms start to cringe
Then whisper, “What the f*ck is wrong with him?!?”
He’s the leader of the Greedy Old Perverts
Incestuous and grossness
He can’t stop saying, “Look, my daughter’s sexy”
Incestuous and nauseous
“A 10; hotter than yours; my daughter’s sexy”
It’s one thing to say your kid’s cute
Calling them “hot” is kinda stretching it
Like a Donald J. Trump in spandex
Yet little Donnie has no regrets
He’s the leader of the Greedy Old Perverts
Incestuous and grossness
He can’t stop saying, “Look, my daughter’s sexy”
Incestuous and nauseous
“A 10; hotter than yours; my daughter’s sexy”
Incestuous and grossness
He can’t stop saying, “Look, my daughter’s sexy”
Incestuous and nauseous
“A 10; hotter than yours; my…”
12. “¿Amar Old Glory Hole? (Brittle Don)”
Brittle Don, brittle Don, you’re always cryin’
You lost another suit – this one for lyin’
Brittle con, brittle con, the truth is hurtin’
The odds of you outside a cell and workin’
Far away is where we think you should go
Somewhere between Saturn and Uranus
Stay in space until you float to Pluto
We’ll salute with middle fingers, standing tall and proud
Brittle Don, brittle Don, your bones are crackin’
And, as always, your muscles are a-lackin’
Brittle con, brittle con, your schemes are slackin’
You just don’t seem to have any laws’ backin’
Can’t skirt them (Anymore!) Anymore, you lame layperson
Think this is bad? Just wait till you’re in prison
Brittle Don, brittle Don, you’re weak as plastic
In Webster’s your picture is next to “flaccid”
Far away is where we think you should go
Somewhere between Saturn and Uranus
Stay in space until you float to Pluto
We’ll salute with middle fingers, standing tall and proud
Tears of your hammies when you walk to the fridge
With it being just three feet from your rocker (Rock away!)
Your phony doctor saying you’re in peak shape
As you break ribs eating crackers
Far away is where we think you should go
Somewhere between Saturn and Uranus
Stay in space until you float to Pluto
Salute middle fingers
13. “Senseless Mind Syndrome”
His IQ is in the high teens
What’s left in his head constantly shrinking
A confined vocabulary
Just two-letter words, maybe three
He’s ignorant of everything
From physics to human anatomy
Thinks Einstein was just bread with cheese
That femurs were types of monkeys
It’s outdated, dissipated
His brain had its day, so he says again, again
He’s concocted another word
He may not drink, but it sounds like a slur
It’s not a noun and not a verb
What it is no one can be sure
He acts like an illiterate
If one gets poetic, “He can’t read for sh*t”
“Bigly” words are his nemesis
Like “ambiguity” or “twit”
When thoughts escape him, they avail him
More room between the ears for hot-air to travel through
Thoughts are vacant, he is ancient
He is his own worst enemy
Not a victim, but a villain
An enemy to you and me
To everybody
It’s outdated, dissipated
He is his own worst enemy
When thoughts escape him, they avail him
An enemy to you and me
He’s a villain of cognition
An enemy to you and me
He’s a villain of cognition
An enemy to you and me
Act III: You’re Accused and Betrayed
14. “You’re Accused and Betrayed”
Insurrection!
He will bail you all out
At least that’s what he says
He has told thirty-thousand lies
So, his promises aren’t worth a sh*t
Y’all get flocked up; baa; and spout
QAnon gibberish
Attack police, what’s free
Because you’re patriotic
So, Donnie eats his Whoppers
As you’re handcuffed and put away
Guess it really sucks to be you
You’re accused and betrayed
He will watch as you go down
Viking helmets and all
His show isn’t going well
Prepped for you to take the fall
You are the clowns
Go ahead, grab the flagpoles
Hit democracy’s mouth
In their graves, our Founders turn
Witnessing nooses form
Pence hangs around
So, Donnie eats his Whoppers
As you’re handcuffed and put away
Guess it really sucks to be you
You’re accused and betrayed
Mass-deception, repetition
Until your small brain faces yuge evaporation
Mass-deception, repetition
Until your small brain faces yuge evaporation
Mass-deception, repetition
Until your small brain faces bigly…
He will bail you all out
At least that’s what he says
He’s a liar, dic[tator] complier
Seemingly unable to pull out
He will bail you all out
L-O-C-K-E-M!
L-O-C-K-E-M!
L-O-C-K-E-M!
L-O-C-K-E-M!
15. “Erratic Days”
Playing Candy Crush at a quarter to two on Monday afternoon
Before throwing Skittles about the room, shouting, “Where in the f*ck’s the blue?”
Next saying, “I guess orange will do, and this purple sh*t too”
All while watching cartoons he calls “news”
Unpredictability on speed
Yes, no, yes, maybe
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’ll sniff uncontrollably at a nationally-televised speech
And then be unable to blow his nose for a couple to three weeks
He’ll run a MAGAt marathon in his sleep
And strain muscles when he breathes
He only ever works in his dreams
He’s a loose cannon awake or asleep
Yes, no, yes, maybe
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’s had some erratic days
January through December
For as long as The Jesus can remember
Anger builds inside as he boasts loudly
Hunger grows while he’s eating
His mouth dirtier every time it’s cleaned
Brain shrinks if he’s ever thinking
Adderall seems to be working today
Flying high as a kite (So f*cking high)
Squinting like a drunk reading braille
The teleprompter moving in his mind
Yes, no, yes, maybe
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
He’s up one minute, the next minute down
He goes sideways and then diagonal
The guy has had some erratic days
Erratic days
16. “Slim-to-None Funds”
Do you know who they’re stealing from?
Charities named after them
The dollars keep rolling in
Diverted to greens and bogey-men
Claiming donations as grifts
They’ve sunk lower than piles of sh*t
The depths of Satan’s fiery pit?
Lower than it
None, slim-to-none funds
Take from children
Give to themselves
None, slim-to-none funds
They are the world’s biggest grassholes
Pulling for hell
Driving around in their gold carts
Crashing before they even start
As they blame Soros and RuPaul
News breaks of their organization’s scam
They don’t know irons from woods
Yet stole from the kids for these goods
Than the South Pole is cold, they’re
Lower than it
None, slim-to-none funds
Take from children
Give to themselves
None, slim-to-none funds
They are the world’s biggest grassholes
Pulling for hell
They’re always slicing to the right
Their white balls they can never find
“Mark us down for two,” they will say
Flipping birdies to youngsters on the front and back nine
Further than you could ever attempt
Even the devil is impressed
At a point where nothing can drop
Lower than it
None, slim-to-none funds
Take from children
Give to themselves
None, slim-to-none funds
They are the world’s biggest grassholes
None, slim-to-none funds
Take from children
Give to themselves
None, slim-to-none funds
They are the world’s biggest grassholes
Pulling for hell
17. “Orwellian Poetry” (A. “Woke Insomnia” / B. “Project Real”)
[Part 1: Orwellian Poetry]
It was the con of the century
It read like Orwellian poetry
Too blinded by their own hypocrisy
To see the dystopian irony
Their delusions quickly became quite clear
The con “will set us free”
[Part 2: Woke Insomnia]
Insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
They’re wide awake and unable to sleep
For days on end, they can no longer think
Dwindled is perception of reality
Woke, but not alert to their surroundings
“Truth isn’t truth,” “Don’t believe what you see”
“You’ll grow a third arm with the vaccines”
“The lone cure for COVID is Febreze”
This is what happens when Trump leads the GOP; they come down with
Insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
‘Nother day, ‘nother denial of truth
Masked with the flag and other comfort food
Empty-rhetoric symbols, no follow-through
A lack of sleep, mentally weak
“Doctors don’t know science”
“It’s not guns; drag-shows cause gun violence”
“Democracy will be saved if we destroy it”
MGT, Cruz, Graham, Gaetz, Bobo, and Jordan have all contracted
Insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
Woke insomnia
Completely sober, yet their speech is slurred
Can’t see straight; their vision’s blurred
Trouble moving, they try to call Uber
Awareness – an all-time low
“The bottom is the top”
“Fauci’s leader of the mob”
“With the most votes, Biden lost”
Will they ever sleep to wake up?
[Part 3: Project Real]
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
When they said to lock “her” up, they actually meant “Trump”
When Trump claimed that Biden interfered, he meant himself
“You stole candy!,” as they munch on “free” M&Ms
“O.J. killed his wife!” is just them saying “We did it!”
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Get ahead of the story and blame someone else
But like a gymnast named Kama Sutra – you f*cked yourself
They point their fingers with a mirror staring back
A giant reflection of their guilt, about to crack
Their string of good luck is getting ready to end
As all of their allegations come right back to them
You hate Kaepernick, yet you took a knee
Gay men don’t hump sheep, but you f*cked one just last week
You call blacks lazy when you don’t work at all
The GOP tries to lie, yet projects the real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
(Woke insomnia) Accusations are confessions – project real
18. “Right the Right”
Been off course for a while
Siri’s a woman
So, they go in the opposite direction
They don’t know where they are
Or where they’re heading
But would rather wreck than admit they were wrong
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They need our help; they’re too drunk to drive
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They should prob’ly sleep it off tonight
Approaching a red sign
Instead of stopping
They shout “OCTAGON!”
Sirens flashing
Figure they’re for someone else, so they speed up
Start firing guns, yelling “BLUE LIVES MATTER!”
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They need our help; they’re too drunk to drive
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They should prob’ly sleep it off tonight
They’ve been off course too long
Tank’s about empty
Yet still believing thoughts and prayers will refill it
So, they then close their eyes while behind the wheel
‘Cause apparently cars don’t drive cars; Jesus does
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They need our help; they’re too drunk to drive
Let’s control the wheel and right the right
They should prob’ly sleep it off tonight
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