Forty-Five Blues

Verse 1
Red hats, fairy tales
Russian dolls and scary frowns
White crowds, faces pale
Tiny hands and cheeto clown


Verse 2
Hate speech, vain heart
Racist cries and wary news
Tall walls, races part
Nation splits and hatred brews

If only they knew
There is no truth
If they had a clue
There is no truth

Verse 3
Fat cats, weak minds
Weekend golf and tweeting lies
War calls, traces hide
Wealthy stand on poor lives

They had nothing to lose
Now they have the forty five blues
Knew he didn't have a clue
Now we've got the forty five blues