HIDEAWAY
(A man afraid of his own people)
Hideaway (Come on)
A man with two feet of clay
A man who will talk True Grit
The truth of it
He’s full of shit
And needs to hideaway.
Hideaway (Come on)
Far from the light of day
Leaving behind this mess
Of black unrest
And their protest
Where he can hideaway.
Hideaway (Come on)
Far from the crowds that bay
Where he can hunker down
His bunker now
From blacks and browns
In his own hideaway.
“Come on, Trumpies,
You sure it’s safe down here?
I still have cause to fear
Those voices seem to me to be so bigly near”.
“Hideaway (Come on)
Please let me hide and stay
Those folks don’t seem overjoyed
A bit annoyed;
So who’s George Floyd?
Please let me hideaway”.
“Come on Trumpies
Make way for me to pass
A whiff of tear gas
Then I can stroll to church for photos bold as brass”.
Hideaway (Come on)
A man with two feet of clay
A man who will talk True Grit
The truth of it
He’s full of shit
And needs to hideaway.
John Coopey
Sun 7th Jun 2020 09:35
If I allow that the police were acting under orders, Greg, it doesn’t remove the despicable motivation of the man who ordered it in order that he could make a piece of bizarre propaganda. That observation that he is the only President to make policy of dividing rather than uniting the nation is absolutely on the money.
And thanks for the “Like”, Stephen.