Thought I was the one now
You were hoping for
The Second Coming
Tried a transformation
But you didn't get what you bargained for
‘Cuz I'm a liar
Just because your head is in the sand
Really made it so perfect
Now you see…

I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B.
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of

Take you if you're rich — as best friend
As long as you've got money, boy
And I've moved up to the big times now
And play with all my pretty toys
But you feel closed in by the same four walls
And you're in a stay-ca-tion
With the same old President six years
You want your emancipation
But it's too late

I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B.
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of

What is the price you will pay for Obama-tales
Will lose you everything?
And while I leave scars that can reach down a mile deep
That hate is in my eyes, oh yeah

You've lost your way now in the same old way
Socialism swallows
Swallows all of your hopes and dreams now
You'll have to work harder
To keep from me

I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B.
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale
I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B.
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale

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I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B.
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale
I'm the trash Libs dreams are made of
I'm that lazy S.O.B
I'm the stuff my dreams are made of
My black heart and soul's for sale…