paroles de chanson 45 - Stacked Like Pancakes
Here's
to
you
You're
my
greatest
inspiration
To
write
this
declaration
Let's
hope
the
rest
of
us
survive
But
he's
just
a
guy
Who's
good
at
marketing
his
lies
In
these
extraordinary
times
An
opportunistic
conniving
Piece
of
shit
On
election
day
In
the
barely
United
States
of
America
We're
so
great
Thanks
to
you
Fuck
you
forty-five!
Commander-in-Chief
of
the
Great
Divide
While
the
rest
of
us
together
Throw
our
fists
up
to
the
sky,
and
say
Fuck
you
forty-five!
Oh,
you're
the
enemy
manifold
All
my
friends
and
I
won't
stand
beside
The
flag
you've
painted
gold
I'm
not
giving
in
or
giving
up
And
I'm
not
on
my
own
So
fuck
you
forty-five
Fuck
you!
(Let's
go!)
I'm
the
minority
Unsung
against
the
mold
Have
some
humility
You
rich
asshole
He's
just
a
coward
Trading
lives
for
more
more
power
Sitting
in
his
golden
fucking
tower
Blaming
the
media
for
incompetence
So
fuck
human
dignity
And
fuck
your
fucking
wall
You
make
me
feel
ashamed
I'm
white
at
all
And
I
can't
stand
that
I
have
something
in
common
with
you
So
fuck
common
courtesy
The
only
character
you
have
is
in
your
tweets
Why
won't
you
hold
the
door
for
her?
Please!
When
you
can
grab
her
by
the
pus-covfefe!
On
election
day
In
the
barely
United
States
of
America
We're
so
great
Thanks
to
you!
Fuck
you
forty-five!
Commander-in-Chief
of
the
Great
Divide
While
the
rest
of
us
together
Throw
our
fists
up
to
the
sky,
and
say
Fuck
you
forty-five!
Oh,
you're
the
enemy
manifold
All
my
friends
and
I
won't
stand
beside
The
flag
you've
painted
gold
I'm
not
giving
in
or
giving
up
And
I'm
not
on
my
own
So
fuck
you
forty-five
Fuck
you!
Remember
remember
that
day
in
November
The
world
took
a
breath
in,
accepting
forever
Our
leaders
are
lost
among
lifeless
endeavors
While
we
stand
here
solemnly
There's
no
time
to
be
jaded;
we've
made
our
mistakes
In
these
United
States
I
know
we're
not
that
greatest
Just
picture
a
picture
that's
constantly
painted
And
we
can't
step
back
to
see...
This
great
landscape
That
we
painted
with
love,
not
hate
And
now
we
can
find
our
way
Thanks
to
you
Fuck
you
forty-five
Commander-in-Chief
of
the
Great
Divide
While
the
rest
of
us
together
Throw
our
fists
up
to
the
sky,
and
say:
Fuck
you
forty-five!
Oh,
you're
the
enemy
manifold
All
my
friends
and
I
won't
stand
beside
The
flag
you've
painted
gold
I'm
not
giving
in
or
giving
up
And
I'm
not
on
my
own!
Fuck
you
forty-five
Fuck
you!
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