I wrote these lyrics after Donald Trump’s inauguration in 2017.
The Alchemist
© Joe Black- January 28, 2017
He doesn't have any standards
He's immune to other's cries
He only listens when he's pandered to
He can't decipher his own lies
His world's completely golden plated
From floor to gaudy chandelier
He likes to keep himself sedated
Not from pleasure, but from fear
He has a mighty disposition
To keep the losers out of touch
But with each greasy acquisition
There never ever is enough
CHORUS:
He's lashing out again
Fighting all his demons
Only he knows all the reasons for
His real time fantasy
He's cashing in to spend
The riches he's been saving
On the potions he's been craving
For his hateful alchemy
He craves wealth and he craves power
No matter how it comes his way
But grows more troubled every hour
When he hears what others' say
He wants every one to fear him
For love’s beyond his scope
He must own everyone who's near him
Lest they try to find some hope
CHORUS
There's a gaping hole inside him
That no doctor's care can ever fill
As it grows it will divide him
From the walls he tries to build
He issues edicts aimed to stifle
All resistance and dissent
But with each lying accusation
He increases our contempt
CHORUS
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