You Just Always Puke Lib'ral Crap


saw him today on a creaky stage
A vial of Maalox® in his hand
I knew he would get indigestion
When he let Dhimms feed him pabulum

Chorus:
Yes, you just always puke lib'ral crap
You just always puke lib'ral crap
You just always puke lib'ral crap
Then when you cry like them you find
You puke one dull screed

Oh no, bor-or-ing, yeah....

And I went down to the auditorium
Thought I'd get to hear kick-a** rock
They sang, "We're calling you a hypocrite
'Cause we think your faith's nothin' but a bunch of crock"
Want a refund now...

(Chorus)
Woah baby, no, no!

I went down to the 'Gressive pawnshop
To hock his brain 'fore it cooled
I was waited on by Senator Durbin Turban
And man, did he sound like a tool

He decided that it was worth a penny
One cell that was bitterly fed
I asked more from Senator Turban
"No, Sir," he said, "In a word, I feel it is dead"
I said to him

(Chorus)
Oh no! Wah!

You puke one dull screed — big crybaby!
Oh no!

I saw him today on a creaky stage
Spewin' vile and rankled pabulum
He was artless and practiced self-delusion
Ill I was seeing his wrinkled hands

(Chorus)

Oh no...

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