Trump Traitors - Song By Maverick and The News Brothers

Didn't pick this fight, but here it came. Now I own a play in a trader game. They sell us out for a tax cut deal. Shake his head while they rob and steal. They call us blind, they call us weak, but they're the ones on the knees to the thief. Wave our flag while they burn it down. Marching to the sound of a tyrant crowd. They ain't patriots, they're bought and sold. Trade our land for American gold. Singing his tune, dancing his way, but they'll cry for Canada when it's too late. Trump traers selling us out. Burning our home for a tax break. Now they stand with the walls. Spit on the bra. They'll be for Canada and it's in its grave. They talk real tough, but they bow real low. Licking his boots while they put on a show. They chant his name, raise their fists up high. While the real ones fight to keep us alive. They don't fight fair. They twist the truth. Say they're the future, but they kill the roots. They laugh now, but watch them run. When the north wind house and justice comes selling us out, burning our home for a tax break. Now they stand with the wolves. SP on the bra, but they'll be for Canada when it's crazy. One day soon the tide will turn and traders pay when the fires burn. No statues raised, no banners flown, just nails in dust where the traitors roam. Traers selling us out. Burning our home for a tax break. Now we stand with the walls. Spit on the bra. They'll break for his grave. Traers. Shame.