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Everybody’s talking about Islamo-fascism
No one wants to talk about the Hindu brand
Pogrommin’ on the Muslims who can’t be protected
Then they lie about it and even get elected

There’s Buddhist fascism over in Burma
Rohingya ethnic cleansed from their terra firma
There’s Christian fascism in the USA
And now it’s in the white house, we’re in deep…decay

All we are saying is not in my name
All we are saying is we’re all the same

Nobody wants to talk about Israel twisting us
Jews who were beleaguered with nobody assisting us
Destroy Palestine and then blame them for resisting? Just
Jackin the locals, tearin’ down their homes and jobs
They’re all refugees, attacked by settler mobs

You know Everybody wants to talk about human rights
Thinkin bout the children keeps us up at night
Anybody bullies poor people yeah we’re agin’ it
Unless they got oil and we got big bucks in it
Violation anywhere is violation everywhere
All people have rights, you know it’s only fair
You can’t have it both ways, c’mon people get aware

All we are saying is not in my name
All we are saying is we’re all the same

I am he as you are me and I am she
And we must come together

I’ve always hated Walmart
Starbucks, almost as much
If I’m not boycotting at least 3 oil companies
I start to feel out of touch

I wouldn’t be seen in an Apple watch or any such
And I hate Amazon
2
I don’t like whips, I don’t like chains
I don’t go choppin up my neighbors’ brains
You can tell we’re in the last days of Babylon
When you can get anything you want at Amazon

3
Hello Long Island City
Bezos got a deal oh so pretty
Done behind closed doors, that’s shitty
DeBlasio, what the fuck!

4
If you didn’t hear the story, here’s how it is

Big company sells below cost 
Drive mom and pop out of biz

Now people sit and home and buy
 Everything they need from just one guy

And that’s why I hate Amazon

5
I like to roam, I like to greet
Individuals on the street
You always know the one you meet is one of a kind
But more and more it seems to me
A reflection of something on TV
When we’re all alike nobody’s free
I hate Amazon

6
Turn on my radio dial
Like to hear something new once in a while
But it’s the same old crap in a brand new style
So narrow, why do they even call it broadcast?
Still I try to pick and choose
I turn the dial but I always lose
They only play the worst possible rock and roll
Which let’s face it it’s just lite white rhythm and blues
And that’s why
God made podcasts
7
I never read the ads, CEOs ain’t my comrades
They’re a bunch of capitalist cads

They’re full of shite

Everyone I meet is a high-tech dealer
Wants to sell me a digital potato peeler
Kinda makes you pine for Garrison Keeler
But he’s so….
white

8
Bezos makes 350 mill
That’s dollars a day it makes me ill
Too much power, this battle’s uphill
No shit Sherlock
Hope you like this song, thanks a bunch
Sorry some of the rhymes kinda crunch
If you didn’t like it I got a hunch
You own their stock

8.5
They’re bankin’ billions
We make minimum wage
Whole towns closed up, where’s the rage?
Not that I believe in nations per se
But it just might be time
To nationalize Amazon

Used to be women were home taking care of the kids
All of my neighbors had my kind of hair and eyelids
(in the 50s. 1850s.)
Back then José picked the fruit and the bankers were all yids
How did the greatest country in history end up on the skids?

Chorus:
  
Teenage Mexican Middle East Mothers on Drugs
It’s all their fault,
they’ve got some balls,
They’re big and strong
Let’s build that wall

Windmills are ugly, clean coal is the name of the game

We don’t win wars anymore it’s a crime and a shame

Robots took my job and there’s no retraining – the Chinese are to blame
Lots of new jobs but they’re all at McDonalds, how lame

Chorus

I’m so sick of these East coast elite Soros snobs
And those teens against guns in their damn crisis actor mobs
Where’s all the Chevies, I’m sick of these Volvos and Saabs
And Self-driving cars come over here and take our Pakistani cabbie jobs
Chorus

Who’s to blame for fake news making fun of everything the Donald says
Who’s to blame for Spanish on ballots, black people voting and we had a black Muslim Prez
Who’s to blame for America not being great and not invading Iran
Who’s to blame for gay people on TV and my daughter being trans
Chorus

Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan were two good old boys from my home town
They were good boys, not so old boys
You really couldn’t say they’d been around
When it came to race, creed, color, gender orientation and endangered species
I guess you really couldn’t say they’d made the scene
In fact they were liable to escort you to the edge of town
For wearin the wrong color jeans
One night down at the bar they chanced to meet
A representative from some subcommittee of the U.N.
Who introduced them to a couple of her friends,
took em on a trip around the world, and later on brought em back again.

Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan moved into two houses down the road
Just to the left and right of mine but I don’t mind
Long as they keep it up to code
Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan had no sooner gotten out of bed
Than there were three blonde Moslems, two Peruvian PhD’s
And funny ideas gettin into their heads

Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan went down to the corner store
Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan really couldn’t know what was in store
Cause there there was a Micronesian workin on a macroprogram
For a list of all the famous gays in history when suddenly a space ship came on by
And took em to another planet where there was no corner store
And they really had to wonder why

Well there was no corners cause there was no straight streets
and no straight people, well maybe just a few
And I guess you’d have to say they were treated rather well

And there was Ilhan Omar & AOC & Colin Kaepernick & and Chelsea Manning

and Black Jews and even Arab comedians too

And then Jesus came along and he was a Rubenesque black lesbian
And they really didn’t know what to do

Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan were two good old boys from my home town
They were good boys, gettin to be old boys
I guess you could say they were gettin around
One night down at the bar they chanced to meet
A man who was just this far short of bein’ a mensch
Who thought he knew whereof he spew
So Roy said boy, get a dimension!
So one night down at the bar if you chance to meet a man
Who’s fit to be fenced
Tell him you’re married to a gay Black Jewish Puerto Rican
And see if he can figure out which part he’s against

When caravans approach our lands
when caravans approach our lands
Well I want to be in that number 
When we all can lend a hand 

When families are forced to flee 
To the land of the Not Quite Free 
Well I want to be in that number
When we welcome the refugee

Economies are broke and bent
By the 1/10th of 1% 
Dictatorships deployed 
Local industry destroyed 
We say enough, let the people be free

And when our friends must emigrate
Escaping terror from the state
Just like ref-u-gees 
Throughout history
They will make our country great 

Boss Tweet harangues 
He talks of gangs
They’re coming here to kill, he barks 
But we know it’s just a distraction
From the rule of oligarchs 

The USA has had its way 
The IMF and CIA
Honduras and El Salvador 
We’ve got to open up the door 
Welcome in strangers and kin 
Welcome in 

When there’s a coup
Rule by the few 
I know just what we’re gonna do 
We will welcome our sisters 
And brothers 
Including LGBTQ

So welcome in 
Strangers and kin
Let’s live together 
We all win 
You’ve got the freedom to be moving
Your life to be improving
Welcome in welcome in welcome in

Eurovision, my decision
They are not ok
If they’re songwashing settler land grabs
I just walk away
To invite me guess they must be
Desperately seeking branding
To sing worldwide for apartheid
That’s not where I’m standing

Cause we are
Living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl
You know that we are
living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl

Roger Waters, Lorde and Lauren
Hill will not be singing
If I cross that picket line
More massacres they’re bringing
(I) instagrammed for cease-fi-er
We’ve got to save the children
I even posted years ago that
“I love Palestinians”

and we are
Living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl
(You know that we are)
living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl

A billionaire will pay one mill
For a two song intermission
And glory be I can’t conceive of that much narcissism
I won’t sing for a thing that really is
State terrorism
I won’t put a pretty face on their expansionism

cause we are
Living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl
You know that we are
living in an imperial world
But I am no imperial girl