Dung Slinging Men | Bullshitters and Gaslighters Track

Flimflam

Get out of town all you guns for hire
Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men

Donald Trump, comb your cotton candy hair
When the big boss fires you
Will anybody care?

O'Reilly, they’re laughing at you Bill
Now do it again! Do it live!
Up on Bullshit Hill

Sean Hannity, you could have been a priest
If you did not see all progress as a
Sign of the Beast

Mark Levin likes to sling it through his nose
And if you ever listen
You might even say it grows

Get out of town all you guns for hire
Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men

Rush Limbaugh, the master mouth of fear
When you find the promised land
Will you buy a souvenir?

Alex Jones, the conspiracy savant
When the zombies come for you
Will you give them what they want?

John Stossel, come on give me a break
How much does it cost to
Sell your soul to a snake?

Rupert Murdoch and your evil news empire
When the final facts are checked
Will they dignify the liar?

Get out of town all you guns for hire
Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men

Ann Coulter, the foxy queen of snark
If love paid more than hate
Would you change your royal bark?

Glen Beck throws it paranoid style
Joe McCarthy and Johnny Birch
Would walk you down the aisle

Michael Savage, the enemy lives within
Will you save yourself from
The monster living underneath your skin?

Laura Ingraham, please don’t come in my ear
There’s no time for that my friend
As closing time draws near

Get out of town all you guns for hire
Before sundown, before your pants catch fire
Cash in your chips, let the healing begin
Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men
Ride into the sunset all you dung slinging men