[Verse 1]
The strings are pulled, the monkeys fly,
Putin grins as they darken the sky.
Trump and his crew, obedient and small,
Dance to his tune, at his beck and call.
Behind the curtain, the Wizard schemes,
A tyrant’s power fueled by dreams.
Live-streamed to Moscow, the master unseen,
He watches his puppets play out the scene.
[Chorus]
Putin"s flying monkey puppets take to the skies,
Spreading chaos with obedient lies.
Their wings may flap, but they’re not free—
Just pawns in service of tyranny’s decree.
The Yellow Brick Road is where we must go,
A path to freedom through all we know.
Each step we take is a stand we make—
For democracy’s light, we’ll never break.
[Verse 2]
The Oval Office became his stage,
A Kremlin script to rattle and rage.
JD Vance nodded along in shame,
Another pawn in this treacherous game.
Zelensky stood, resolute and strong,
Facing a duo who got it all wrong.
They sold out their allies to play their part,
Trading integrity for a tyrant"s dark heart.
[Chorus]
Putin"s flying monkey puppets take to the skies,
Spreading chaos with obedient lies.
Their wings may flap, but they’re not free—
Just pawns in service of tyranny’s decree.
The Yellow Brick Road is where we must go,
A path to freedom through all we know.
Each step we take is a stand we make—
For democracy’s light, we’ll never break.
[Bridge]
The meeting unfolded as Moscow had planned,
A spectacle staged by a tyrant’s hand.
Each smirk and gesture was carefully made—
A betrayal of allies in freedom’s crusade.
The monkeys still swarm; their shadows vast,
The Wizard’s grip strong, his spell still cast.
But Dorothy rises from chaos untamed—
Democracy stands; her fire remains.
[Chorus] (repeat)
Putin"s flying monkey puppets take to the skies,
Spreading chaos with obedient lies.
Their wings may flap, but they’re not free—
Just pawns in service of tyranny’s decree.
The Yellow Brick Road is where we must go,
A path to freedom through all we know.
Each step we take is a stand we make—
For democracy’s light, we’ll never break.
[Outro]
From the heart of the storm, the tornado’s child,
Dorothy rises, fierce and wild.
Her path is clear; her courage grows—
She leads us all where freedom flows.
The Yellow Brick Road stretches far and wide,
For every nation where hope abides.
The stage is the world; the battle goes on—
But together we march as Dorothy pulls the monkeys from the sky.
The Child of This storm shall pull them from the sky.
MONKEYS IN THE SKY
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