Pink House

Strut right into the pink house
Taste on my tongue for sin.
Got two pussies in my palms, boy
I’m gonna play this night to win.

War cries under the pink flag
I’m gonna wrap myself in flesh
I’m gonna be a pink bag filled with pink ideas
I’m gonna make ‘em all white and fresh. Oh yeah.
(gonna get you runnin’)

Pink guns run money
Pink guns run cheap
Pink puns run the party in the pink house
Xi’s in between the pink sheets.

Ape man fist to the chest
Gonna make it all great again
Bend back break slide
Into the party, roll into the party.

Pray here under the pink flag
We got our rations stocked in full
Got our families tucked in the basement
While we wait here for the inevitable
Adios sweet mother, dont’ you worry for another
Precious minute bout the others or the
Cryin from the slaughter or the bombs
Upon the pavement, sent from the government
Sent from revelation, race annihilation.

Daddy can I have a little party?
Daddy can I have a little party?

Farewell to progress
Of human existence
Hello to pink profit
Of human incompetence.
Is this the best we can do?

God damn
Maybe I’ve gone a bit far?
I could have used the queers
To turn a trick at the pink bar (it’s a service)
Pink trust, is all i really ask of them
T R U S T in the government
My government, it’s about time
They calm their political agendas
And try mine. My place
My party my race and my stock
Are the things that really make this land great, oh yeah!

The government knows...
The communists knows...
The republicans know...
Party in the pink house.

The apeman knows....
Crazy Bernie knows...
Crooked Hillary knows...
Party in the pink house.