Peddling Pardons 🎶

"Peddling Pardons" is a a folk-punk country-rap mashup that satirizes political corruption, focusing on the Biden administration’s pardon of Hunter Biden.

🎶 Peddling Pardons 🎶

From the heart of the capital, where swamp creatures hold sway,
Comes a tale of pardons, a nepo-political play.
Dear sleepy old Joe, with feigned moral nobility,
Made a promise to the nation of equal accountability.
He said, with a grin, with the smugness of saints,
"I'll not pardon my son, for that's where honor ain't!"
But lo and behold, when the time came to act,
He pardoned the lad for future deeds and past!

No one’s above the law! They like to exclaim,
Except Hunter and Co. who dodge all the blame,
For crimes known and unknown, from tax to gun play,
A pardon so vast, with no justice for prey! (Oh, what a play!)

From January ‘14, just before Maidan in February,
To now, for crimes known and those not yet in memory.
The laptop from hell showed the plot with gross flair,
A sweeping decree brushed it clean, like a witch's broom through the air.
Now, this wasn't just any old pardon, you see,
It covered a span where the truth could still be.
For Hunter, with Burisma, in Ukraine there's no penalty,
As clandestine corruption is a statecraftian specialty.

No one’s above the law! They like to exclaim,
Except Hunter and Co. who dodge all the blame,
For crimes known and unknown, from tax to gun play,
A pardon so vast, with no justice for prey! Oh, what a play!

But wait, there’s a twist, a labyrinthine plot,
This act tied the noose around what was not.
For now, with no Fifth to protect or to hide,
We’ll expose these dark deeds to share far and wide.

Ukraine, oh Ukraine, where the money did flow,
Rivers of glittering gold, but where did it go?
With Hunter on boards and Joe in the fray,
Pelosi's kin on the take, Romney's brood too, so they say.
Joe's trips to Kyiv, threats of aid he withheld,
To oust prosecutor Shokin, that loose end was expelled.
Now the tax dollars fly, in billions unaccounted for,
To Ukrainian oligarchs and Washington's powerful.

No one’s above the law! They like to exclaim,
Except Hunter and Co. who dodge all the blame,
For crimes known and unknown, from tax to gun play,
A pardon so vast, with no justice for prey! Oh, what a play!

Thus ends our saga, with questions galore,
Of the Big Guy, his son, and the war we abhor.
A story of power, greed, and the State,
With a pardon that opens Pandora's gate.

Lyrics by RowanMorgan,
music generated with Suno,
art generated with MidJourney and animated with Kling.