Tells porky pies
Got sunbed eyes
Tan leather vampire
Into the room he slimes
Lays his hands
On a virgin's breast
Makes a crass joke
About controlling the war chest
Hell in a handcart
Hieronymus Bosch
Avert your eyes love
When you've seen enough
Drive a nail
Into your ear
To quell the torrent
Of the insincere
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
Got his agenda
Pinned it to his chest
The white supremist
Thinks he's better than the rest
Every Don Has its day in the sun
With Global warming
There'll be more than one
Small town Don
Claims he's not a fraud
Says he's backed-up
By the will of God
Opens his mouth
Atrocities spew out
A plague of locusts
Cursed on those who doubt
You can't argue
With a fool
You pays your money
And you picks your tool
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
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Tells porky pies
Got sunbed eyes
Tan leather vampire
Into the room he slimes
Lays his hands
On a virgin's breast
Makes a crass joke
About controlling the war chest
Hell in a handcart
Hieronymus Bosch
Avert your eyes love
When you've seen enough
Drive a nail
Into your ear
To quell the torrent
Of the insincere
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
Got his agenda
Pinned it to his chest
The white supremist
Thinks he's better than the rest
Every Don Has its day in the sun
With Global warming
There'll be more than one
Small town Don
Claims he's not a fraud
Says he's backed-up
By the will of God
Opens his mouth
Atrocities spew out
A plague of locusts
Cursed on those who doubt
You can't argue
With a fool
You pays your money
And you picks your tool
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
Got sunbed eyes
Tan leather vampire
Into the room he slimes
Lays his hands
On a virgin's breast
Makes a crass joke
About controlling the war chest
Hell in a handcart
Hieronymus Bosch
Avert your eyes love
When you've seen enough
Drive a nail
Into your ear
To quell the torrent
Of the insincere
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
Got his agenda
Pinned it to his chest
The white supremist
Thinks he's better than the rest
Every Don Has its day in the sun
With Global warming
There'll be more than one
Small town Don
Claims he's not a fraud
Says he's backed-up
By the will of God
Opens his mouth
Atrocities spew out
A plague of locusts
Cursed on those who doubt
You can't argue
With a fool
You pays your money
And you picks your tool
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run rabbit run
The NRA
Won't give-up the gun
Writer: Philip Inman
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