Tuesday, February 03, 2026

Punk Lyrics: The Pussy Grabber's Ballad/FUCK your empire




(Verse 1) Woke up this morning, checked the news 

The same old clown is peddlin' his blues 

The wrinkled suit, the golden lies 

A grinning ghoul with beady eyes


(Chorus) The Orange Man! He's a plastic king! 

He's got no soul, he's got no brain! 

The Orange Man! A walking disease! 

He'll poison the well and burn all the trees!


(Verse 2) He'll build his walls and sell his hate 

A perfect puppet for the one percent's state 

He'll tweet his venom for all to see 

A carnival barker for hypocrisy


(Chorus) The Orange Man! He's a plastic king! 

He's got no soul, he's got no brain! 

The Orange Man! A walking disease! 

He'll poison the well and burn all the trees!


(Bridge) He's not a leader, just a corporate shill 

A reality show with a bitter pill 

A spray-tanned emperor with no new clothes 

Just a stinking weed, where a flower grows


(Chorus) The Orange Man! He's a plastic king! 

He's got no soul, he's got no brain! 

The Orange Man! A walking disease! 

He'll poison the well and burn all the trees!


(Outro) He's a joke! A charade! A big mistake! 

The future's on fire for goodness sake! 

The Orange Man! The Orange Man! The Orange Man! 


[Verse 1] Golden throne built on bankrupt dreams 

Plastic crown, fake-ass regime 

He sells snake oil with a game show grin 

While the rich get fat and we choke on spin 


[Chorus] This is my riot, my roar, my spit 

No peace signs, just a raised middle digit 

Your empire’s a joke, your truth’s a scam 

We’re the noise that breaks your flimsy glam 


[Bridge] You want worship? I bring war 

You want ratings? I bring gore 

You want silence? I bring screams 

We’re your nightmares, not your dreams

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