Lyrics by Chase Malice-Wheat
(Verse 1)
Here’s a story ’bout a man with a plan,
Claims he’s the greatest, but we know he’s a sham,
Small hands, small crowds, always chasing the hype,
Lying through his teeth, can’t even run a type!
(Chorus)
Loser in charge, what a sight to see,
Dictator dreams, but he’s not fooling me,
With 54 charges, he’s running from the truth,
A felon in a suit, can’t escape his own sleuth!
(Verse 2)
Project 25, world domination scheme,
But he’s lost in the chaos, living a bad dream,
Rape and deception, he’s a puppet on strings,
Thinking he’s a king, but he can’t even sing!
(Chorus)
Loser in charge, what a sight to see,
Dictator dreams, but he’s not fooling me,
With 54 charges, he’s running from the truth,
A felon in a suit, can’t escape his own sleuth!
(Bridge)
He’s got a mouth full of lies, a heart made of stone,
Claiming he’s a leader, but he’s all on his own,
With every empty promise, he digs his own grave,
In this punk rock anthem, we won’t be his slave!
(Chorus)
Loser in charge, what a sight to see,
Dictator dreams, but he’s not fooling me,
With 54 charges, he’s running from the truth,
A felon in a suit, can’t escape his own sleuth!
(Outro)
So here’s to the truth, let the world see clear,
We won’t let a loser bring us down with fear,
With every chord we play, we’ll rise up and shout,
In this punk rock revolution, we’ll throw him out!
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