Howard Lump

If Howard Lump's alive, he's telling lies
If he doesn't choke to death tonight on a piece of cake
I hope he's fine
And he lives to be one hundred while safe in jail
And to that end, I'll propose a toast
May Howard Lump keep telling lies

Narcissistic trust fund baby, suckled on a silver spoon
Bloviating ignoramus sitting on his toilet seat of gold
Screaming "lock her up" and "It was only locker room talk"
MAGA my ass
A self-made man, except for his inheritance of billions and bigotry

Can we be forgiven all the damage we have done
When St. Peter asks "what were you thinking?"
Will sixty-three million pleas of "we knew not what"
Exonerate the rest of us?

Ahh, we knew not what we did
Ahh, we knew not what

Can we be forgiven for the alternative facts
When the children ask "what does the truth mean?"
Will 63 million people in little red hats
Say "you don't need to know that"?

Ahh, we knew not what we did
Ahh, we knew not what we did
Ahh, we knew not what we did
Ahh, we knew not what



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Writer(s): Casey Nova
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