You're Not a King

Ever since a federal judge stated "Presidents are not kings" last November, I have had this song in my mind. I'm sure this song is going to p*ss off a few people; however, I have not written a scathing rebuke of anyone's ideology, but of the president's character and competence.

Using the gospel choir in the prechorus has layers of irony. grin

Real Tracks:
RT1525 Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PopPowerPushDirty
RT1717 Bass, Electric, TexasBluesRockStraight Ev 120
RT697 Guitar, Electric, Rhythm ElecRockDirty Ev 120
RT694 Guitar, Electric, Rhythm ElecRockArp Ev 120
RC3363 Guitar, Electric, Soloist BritClassicRockGrittyWah
RT1276 Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm PopUpliftPulsing
RT888 Piano, Acoustic, Solo-Accompaniment PopBronx
RT3527 Vocals, Background GospelCool3

The drums were spliced together from various loops from Mixcraft.
The guitar at the bridge is Virtual Guitarist Iron.
The 17 second intro is from Mixcraft loops.

Mixed on Reaper. Mastered with Ozone 9.

Lyrics

Wooden wind up sycophants
Power hungry mendicants
Blinded by your pomp and pose
You ain’t wearing any clothes

Your daddy paid for you
Now you’re the father of lies
The brain dead stayed with you
You’ve won the Goebbels prize
You’re not a king (taradiddle, taradiddle)
You’re not a king
You’re not a king
So abdicate now

You’ve got no sins to confess
Wallowing self-righteousness
Driven by despotic zeal
Proclaiming that truth isn’t real

Your daddy paid for you
Now you’re the father of lies
The brain dead stayed with you
You’ve won the Goebbels prize
You’re not a king (taradiddle, taradiddle)
You’re not a king
You’re not a king
So abdicate now

Consistency of contradiction
Proclivity for malediction
Let your genius articulation ring
It’s a tremendously tremendous thing

Your daddy paid for you
Now you’re the father of lies
The brain dead stayed with you
You’ve won the Goebbels prize
You’re not a king (taradiddle, taradiddle)
You’re not a king
You’re not a king
So abdicate now