"Trumpanzees' Last Stand"

It was an January morning when they told him he could go
And as I turned to you, you clutched at me
Where would we lay low?

And on the run we have, to live the fear we always had
Whoa, the songs to sing when we at last return again

Writhing in the glistening piss of some cheap Russian ho
And Putin's rosy ass to kiss
The cheeto tongues his hole

Oh to hide away from crazy lands and darker days
Oh stifle your screams, hide inside and never seen

And while the sun proceeds to scorch, at last the birds have flown
The remnants of our freedom fell in pieces on the ground

Oh to hide his sins, to fool the pious with his spin
Do not laugh aloud, you'll be picked out among the crowd

To seek the man whose tiny hand
The giant button holds
To launch upon a curving path
And burns a nation cold

If one bell should ring delusions of a would-be king
So fast the world would die as cheeto Mussolini lies

Days went by when you and I bathed in the radiation's glow
As far away and distant nuclear winter's snow

There's no sweet refrain to sooth the soul and calm the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Twittering and tweeting
Covfefe? Do a google search
The tiny thumbs of Trumpster tear heavens from the earth

The tiny thumbs of Trumpster tear heavens from the earth
From the earth

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way

The tiny thumbs of Trumpster tear heavens from the earth

(sung to the tune of "Achilles' Last Stand" by Led Zeppelin, new lyrics by fraterchaos)