歌詞
That towhead got crowned
We hope his growin’ will be bound
That towhead got crowned
We hope his growin’ will be bound
Woke up in a rolling back train
No you can’t make it great again
Farewell, you fearful cats
Climbing the wall of those old rats
They don’t seem to care about their rubbish going bigger and bigger
But I can’t live in the smell of their golden shower
White House Blues
Can’t stand watching the news
Not a move, still shootings in schools
The jester is now the king to amuse
Vladimir his muse
Man you’ve played enough with our mama’s rules
Trumpkin head will pay his dues
Tomorrow we’ll be free from this endless, endless…
White House Blues
Written by: Grosmolard Kévin, Mouton Warren
