The Republican Party In the era of Trump, Has become quite comfortable Playing the chump To someone they should have told To kiss their ****, Instead they’re asking How high should they jump?
The Republicn Party In the era of Trump Are afraid, that he’ll go against them On the campaign stump They’re frightened their poll numbers Won’t get a bump Unless they ride the freight train That’s called Donald Trump
The Republican Party Is about to disintegrate Because of the things They’re afraid to debate They’ve become synonymous With the word hate So they’re about to crumble Underneath the weight
The Republican Party Is a distant memory Of the kind of party That they used to be Completely losing Their identity By riding the Trump ship In a troubled sea