No one knows what its like
To molest moppets, to be a puppet
Behind dull eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated, to be fated
To telling Ron Klain's lies
But my schemes they are as empty
As my brain cells seem to be
I have crises only growing
They cry for vengeance .. Go FJB

No one knows whats its like
To have these brainfarcts .. like I do
And I ................. you know, the thing*
No one acts to retard all my anger
None of my Putin woes
Can Jinping*
But extremists, they are as plenty
As my Congress seems to be
I have powers only growing
My plan is bondage
On Land of Free .. Yeee

With my eyes squinting, blow them open
Before I lose my train of thought
And when I hiss, tell me to cool it
Before I gaffe, and lose the plot
And if I bellow any more drivel
Smack your palm upside my head
And if I sniff hair, please give me a timeout
Keep me warned, let me keep my cred

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the rad man
Behind dull eyes