Proud To Be A 'Murrican

A song lyric from about four years ago


I can't believe what's happened,

I never thought I'd see,

I wouldn't call them people,

'Cause they don't look like me.

Every night I toss and turn,

My night light by my bed. (how about changing it to rifle?)

I'm Proud to be a Murican,

And Proud to be inbred.


Sunday at the Walmart,

I shop for what I need,

Fifteen Dollar Camos,

Remotes for my TV.

They're all made in China,

That's what the label said.

I'm Proud to be a Murican,

And Proud to be inbred.


Surfing through the channels

It's hard to get the news,

When they're all infested,

With Libretards and Jews.

Praise the lord for Fox and Friends,

And all the things they've said,

I'm Proud to be a Murican,

And Proud to be inbred.


I put my trust in  Jesus Christ,

I saw him on TV,

With his locks of golden hair,

And cross of LEDS.

Praying that he'll listen,

Although I'm told he's dead.

I'm Proud to be a Murican,

And Proud to be inbred.

Donnie, Donnie, where are you going....

One of the only punk, metal, new wave songs in existence about Donnie Dotard, aka Lord Cheeto.

This is for anyone who doesn't like ads on Reverbnation, etc. BTW, I didn't even know they had any. 



On Reverbnation, a fancier look, but possibly with ads. 


Lyrics too!


Donnie Donnie


Donnie, Donnie
Where are you going ,
with your finger stuck up your butt?
Donnie, Donnie,
All of your dreaming,
But you're really only Putin's slut

Tweet all night,
Biggly Fool
Tweet all night,
Putin's tool, //change to "Putin's cool" ?
Tiny hands,
Tiny glands,
All the world's against you,
And you want to build a fence too.


Donnie, Donnie,
Cryng and screaming,
That the media is always fake.
Donnie, Donnie, 
I'm sure no one will listen, // change to "nobody's listening"?
Won't you kindly give us all,a break.

Tweet all night,
Biggly Fool
Tweet all night,
Putin's tool,//change to Putin's cool ?
Tiny hands,
Tiny glands,
All the world's against you,
And you want to build a fence too.


Donnie, Donnie,
Screaming and ranting,
That it's always someone else's fault.
Donnie, Donnie,
Crys in the sandbox,
Then runs away with his ball. // change to "he's the very bravest turd of all"?

Tweet all night,
Biggly Fool
Tweet all night,
Putin's tool, //change to "Putin's cool" ?
Tiny hands,
Tiny glands,
All the world's against you,
And you want to build a fence too.




The (Inbred) Tea Party Song

Sorry I haven't posted anything new for a while. A couple of days ago I mentioned this song, which I didn't have online. So here it is, in all of it's glory, "Inbred, Whitebread, Motherf*cking POS"

It's a blues in a 1965 Stones kind of way crossed with Captain Beefheart.


https://www.dropbox.com/s/ws5xhbr1u169j3y/InbredWhitebreadTG-20141227cV2%20%281%29.mp3?dl=0

Practice, Practice

My version of Willie Nelson's guitar, cleaned up in it's sunday best. New strings too. It's sounding really good. In another week the broken nail will be back to usable length so I'll be able to fingerpick again.