“Mar-A-Lago” — “Rumours” Playlist – The Lies My ‘Loverboy’ Told Me – Matthew 7:15 NLT

Palm trees sway but the roots run shallow, Golden gates swing for the ones who follow. Truth gets dressed in a three-piece suit, While the wolves in the pulpit howl “Hallelujah.” Golden gates, golden lies, inflated worth, empty skies, Palm trees sway, the roots don’t hold, the truth decays, it’s getting old. They preaching sermons 'bout the meek inheriting, While the wolves stay feasting, masked in reverence. Claim they love the light, but they dancin' in the shadow, Welcome to the circus, the act is Mar-a-Lago. Welcome to Mar-a-Lago, where the sinners wear halos, They talk God, but the truth’s just borrowed. Protect the predators, turn the blind eye slow, We saw it comin’, but the cult says no. Oh no, oh no Welcome to Mar-a-Lago. Lies built high, higher than the tides, Towering egos, homes of crooked pride. History erased, they rewrite the pages, “God told me this” while they cage the sages. Trafficking whispers, swept under rugs, Too busy counting money to care 'bout the bugs. Donald on the golf course, “Can’t be bothered, bro,” Welcome to the palace, it’s called Mar-a-Lago. They spread hate like confetti at a party, Say they holy but their hearts so shoddy. Bible thumpin’ while they twist the truth, God ain't fooled by the gold in the booth. Welcome to Mar-a-Lago, where the sinners wear halos, They talk God, but the truth’s just borrowed. Protect the predators, turn the blind eye slow, We saw it comin’, but the cult says no. Oh no, oh no Welcome to Mar-a-Lago. The rich man’s heaven is a poor man’s hell, You call it faith, but it’s greed you sell. History books? Burn 'em to ash, Wisdom ain’t needed if the lies bring cash. “Love thy neighbor,” but not if they’re straaange, Welcome to the kingdom of Mar-a-Lago. Welcome to Mar-a-Lago, where the sinners wear halos, They talk God, but the truth’s just borrowed. Protect the predators, turn the blind eye slow, We saw it comin’, but the cult says no. Oh no, oh no Welcome to Mar-a-Lago. The flock keeps marching with their eyes on the prize, While the shepherd counts votes, the bodies, and the lies. They swear it’s revival, but the fruit’s gone rotten, Same old serpent in a brand-new garden. They rewrite the ending so the hero stays clean, While the victims stay quiet and the cameras stay green. From the ballroom lights to the backroom deals, The only thing holy is the way the money feels. They spread hate like confetti at a party, Say they holy but their hearts so shoddy. Bible thumpin’ while they twist the truth, God ain't fooled by the gold in the booth. They spread hate like confetti at a party, Say they holy but their hearts so shoddy. Bible thumpin’ while they twist the truth, God ain't fooled by the gold in the booth. Welcome to Mar-a-Lago, where the sinners wear halos… They talk God, but the truth’s just borrowed… Protect the predators, turn the blind eye slow… We saw it comin’, but the cult says no… Oh no… Oh no… Welcome to Mar-a-Lago… — Disclaimer: This song is a work of artistic expression and satire. It references publicly circulating rumors and cultural associations connected to the name "Mar-a-Lago" but makes no factual claims about any real individuals, events, or locations. The lyrics are fictionalized and should not be interpreted as statements of fact or as an attempt to defame. All content is protected as creative speech under the First Amendment.