words & music, vocals, guitars-T. Hakola, drums-Zoé Hochberg, <br />bass-Laureline Prod'homme, violin-Bénédicte Villain, <br />contact/info: http://theohakola.com <br /><br />LIKE A RUG (The Confessions of DJ Trump) <br /><br />Oh, I lie like a dog, I lie like I breathe <br />Like a toddler thug, oh, I seethe and mislead <br />Yeah, once my lips move, you know it’s all cock-and-bull <br />For I lie like a rug, like a crafty four-year-old <br /><br />I can bear false witness till the cows come home <br />I can kiss off God’s laws, like no one you’ve ever known <br />That old Ninth Commandment’s got nothing on me <br />Oh, to hell with Leviticus (19:11) and One Timothy (4:2)... <br />and any crap about truth in Deuteronomy (5:20) <br />> <br />Oh, I lie through my teeth, I will never come clean <br />while you kiss my feet and caress my quisling <br />Telling tales is a breeze, I’ll double-deal till I die <br />and with Nixonian ease, it’s like a rug I will lie <br /><br />I’ll take you to the cleaners blowing smoke in your eyes <br />A mishmash of misdemeanors, I’ll be your devil in disguise <br />When I side with the enemy, you’ll call me patriotic <br />and if the Dems try to stop me, you’ll dub them despotic... <br />I’m your longed-for lobotomy, your liberating narcotic <br />> <br />Oh, I lie like a tooth-puller... as they say in France <br />I lie through my teeth like my pup JD Vance <br />With maniacal mendacity, I cue the grievance hue and cry <br />With hubristic audacity, it’s like a rug that I lie <br /><br />Lies have short legs... is what they say in Spain <br />but mine got the wheels of a runaway train <br />You repeat one enough, you can get it to stick <br />Yeah, that old Nazi bluff is my forever go-to shtick <br /><br />Oh, I’ve hoodwinked an army of the wretched of the earth <br />took a horde of poor pawns for every dollar they’re worth <br />You can’t ever come clean when you don’t even know how <br />and ripping off the rabble is your prime cash cow <br /><br />Perfidious and insidious, I’m a snake in the grass <br />and the fictions from me flow hissing like passing gas <br />When these zingers hit home you’ll wanna give me everything <br />wanna give me a throne and anoint me your king... <br />for the love of a liar is a terrible thing <br />>> <br />All you turncoats and traitors, come hear what I sing <br />Clap your hands for dictators making me their plaything <br />Or to put it more bluntly, just let me be your drug <br />Say to hell with your country and let me lie like a rug <br /><br />Oh, I slept with the enemy, did Russian meddling disclaim <br />I fawned over Putin when he blitzkrieged Ukraine <br />Oh I know I’m American, but I have no shame <br />when I deepen and darken the stain on my name... <br />for I never learned how to play the patriot game <br />
