A Song for my Pal Donnie Trump

“Help Me Fake It Through The Fright” I take the cheetos from my hair, Shake it loose and let it fall, Layin’ soft upon my chin. Like the crumblies in the hall. I fall down on the floor till the early morning light All I’m takin’ is your time (and your country). Help me fake it through the fright. I don’t care what’s right or wrong, I don’t try to understand. Let Vladimir Putin take tomorrow. Lord, tonight I need a fiend. Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow’s out of sight. And it’s sad to be alone. Help me
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