Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 1) Here comes the red wave The worst of the worst days The holes growing under your shoes Here comes the last breath Here comes the sad death Republican Death Cult Blues Here come the long clubs Here come the young thugs This gauntlet we’re all running through Here comes the same shit Here comes the same split Republican Death Cult Blues At the end of this road There’s a door that won’t close And the snake is sliced up Into parts At the end of this day There’s nothing to say That we haven’t all said From the start Here comes the same rage Here come the same names McConnell, Rubio, Cruz… The killers in white sheets The assholes with nice teeth Republican Death Cult Blues Here comes the same fear Here comes the nightmare There’s nothing to say or to do You know this feeling Say a prayer for your children Republican Death Cult Blues Yes, you know this feeling Hold on to your children Republican Death Cult Blues Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 2) Birds say “tweet” Puppies say “woof” And Republicans Murder police officers Babies like milk Children like sweets And Republicans Murder police officers Fish jump in the summer Love blossoms in the spring Republicans smashed the doors Of the Capital Building The sun rises in the morning In the evening it will set Who will Republicans Murder next? Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 3) I'm on a Quarantined ship And we're stranded In the harbor You think you're used To all this shit But then it just keeps Getting harder We said goodbye To all our friends Who we used to Know as lovers It gets lonely When it’s quiet But at least we’re All together We’re a crew Of loyal patriots Who can’t understand Our fathers We chose the Loudest ones to lead And we silenced All the others We’re sliding back From where we came The shore is hidden By the weather I thought that we Were close to land But then the tide Pulled us out further I wrote a letter To my mom But then I ripped Apart the paper She doesn’t need To know what’s up It’s never really Worth the bother I might be killed For my beliefs But I’ll look good When I get murdered We built a trampoline With fishing net And each day I’m jumping higher Yes, each day I’m jumping higher And I can hear My sad heart sing But then they shut down The whole thing--- Cause someone had a seizure On that motherfucker What’s Wrong with Your Ears? They're speaking To you straight But you block them Off with fences Then you Dig down Deeper in Those trenches You know about The troubles You know about The fears So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? I ask you About water You say it Runs uphill I ask you About time You say it Just stands still You know About the violence You know About the tears So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? I ask you About the world You tell me That it’s flat I ask you For the truth You go on The attack I don’t know What’s confusing I don’t know What’s not clear So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? What’s wrong With your ears? What’s wrong With your ears? Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 4) There will always be Republicans So do the best you can There will always be the hatred There will always be the Klan Every night is Kristallnacht It’s always January 6th There will always be the lies There will always be the tricks There will always be a Donald Trump There will always be a Nixon There will always be the men Who spread fear and drive division There will always be Republicans I know it’s hard to understand So do the best you can, My love Do the best you can Bio: Benjamin Adair Murphy’s music will soon be heard in the film ‘Nine Bullets’ starring Lena Headey, Sam Worthington, and Barbara Hershey. His lyrics have been published in Fevers of the Mind, Headline Poetry and Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Rabid Oak, Coven Poetry, Goat’s Milk Magazine and others. His last album 'Let’s Make a King' was named one of the best albums of 2020 by multiple publications. He lives in Mexico City. benjaminadairmurphy.com
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