My first song (probably of many) about our 45th President (oh fuck). More verses will probably come, but this is what I've got now.

Times like these call for seventh chords.

Lyrics:
I don’t want to see the morning
Rather quit while I’m ahead
Gimme warning, gimme warning
It’s a good day to be dead
No surprises, no surprises
Don’t know how much I can take
While the darkness also rises
And one of us is gonna have to break

I was gonna be reborn
But my timing is so wrong
Had a future waiting for me
But it didn’t last too long
Feeling dirty just from living
Covered in the filth and grime
No more reason for forgiving
When you tell me that my living is a crime