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The Over Party

VERSE 1

Get out the corn chips, get out the queso dip

Watch him walk over a banana peel and slip

Get the chocolate cake, eat it while he breaks

Apologizes a thousand times for a big mistake

CHORUS 1

Garrison is over party

Is over party

He’s over party

Party, party, party!

Party, party, party!

VERSE 2

She literally did nothing to deserve your online scorn

Unless you’re a bunch of incels looking for some porn

You drank your champagne while she screamed in pain

If it happened to me, I’d probably go the fuck insane

CHORUS 2

Lindsay Ellis is over party

Is over party

She’s over party

Party, party, party!

Party, party, party!

BRIDGE

Yo, why don’t you go after the right target for a change?

VERSE 3

He cares more about the rights of Nazis and Proud Boys

Than he does of ordinary folks and the unemployed

He says he’s one of us, but he’s quickly losing trust

Because for him, hoarding greenbacks is always a must

CHORUS 3

Bill Maher is over party

Because he deserves it

Because he talks shit

Throws a fit

Makes his audience rage quit

CHORUS 4

Everybody sing!

The world is over party

Because it’s a shit hole

It’s out of control

No soul

Just check the Twitter poll

Cracking Under Pressure

VERSE 1

You dragged me out of my comfort zone

And left me there to breakdown alone

You wanted it to go wrong from the start

All I’ve got now is a broken fucking heart

It’s never about creating strong citizens

It was always just an over-hyped idiom

You won’t lose a second of sleep over this

While my dreams are full of vinegar and piss

VERSE 2

I cracked like a shell underneath the pressure

All for your ego and sadistic little pleasure

I’m not the diamond you’ve always wanted

I’m the ghost that leaves the world haunted

Next time when you throw me in the deep end

Give me some oxygen on which I can depend

Don’t tie a cinder block around my ankle

And send me to live with the fucking angels

VERSE 3

Is that what you call opportunity right there?

This is what I call too much to fucking bear

A nervous wreck with a noose on my neck

You put it there to keep my ass in check

I can’t calm down with you hovering over me

Singling me out like I’m the weakest link

I’m sending you my two weeks notice today

Maybe I’ll choose right now to fuck away

FINAL VERSE

You can call it coasting while proudly boasting

That I’m the only one you’re fucking roasting

Thanks for the life experience, you jackass

Not like you’ll experience any of the backlash