Cold Beans and Bacon Orchestra - Give It Up! (Mr Mudd)

There's mud in the face of the American dream
And it's all a small part of the mud-monster's scheme
The mud that he throws with his prehensile toes
Infects deeply into your brain...

Mr. Mudd, Mr. Mudd, please spare me
There's light left in life I want to see
The shadow you're casting is deafening
Give It up!
The stench of your darkness is crippling

The elephant shat on the red MAGA hat
And it trickled down over their eyes
Into the lips where it tasted like shit
But they swallowed it just like his lies

Mr. Mudd Mr. Mudd, spitting hate
Goose-stepping don't make Amerikkka great
Walking kids to concentration camps
Give It up!
Ripping up families ain't happenstance

Mr. Mudd Mr. Mudd, he owns you
Groping and cupping and raping the truth
You're just a, your just his stepping stone
Give It up!
You're gonna break like a chicken bone.

There's blood in the sky and it's threatening rain
Reigns of terror didn't end in that hole with Hussein
There's fear in the hearts of the meek status quo
But there's focus in the eyes of your foes

Mr. Mudd, Mr. Mudd, we're hunting you
The big badge is blinding, demanding truth
You better, you better give it up
Give It up!
You better, you better give it up
Give It up!

Written by:
Dan Morrison, Ken Benson, Mick Connolly

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