Hateful

I don’t like what they say They won’t see it our way They rave and squawk Proceed to talk Shut them down, they’re hateful. They do not go along With History’s true song They shout and bray Cling to their faith Shut them down, they’re hateful. I never can explain Why they think they’re John Wayne They all own guns Often more than one Shut them down, they’re hateful. They’re ideas are quite beserk They fetishize hard word They’d force the poor To hard labour Cut them down, they’re hateful. They think that money spent Poorly by government Should be their own And spent at home Cut them down, they’re hateful. So we’ll march in the streets Punch them when we meet We’ll put the fist To those fascists Cut them down, they’re hateful. Don’t look at me like that Don’t talk behind my back You know I ride One with the tribe You cannot think I’m hateful Think of what we’ve endured Who are you to say ‘impure’ No one can sate All those dictates You know that I’m not hateful You must resist the urge Don’t put me in the purge I heard the call Marched with you all I swear that I’m not hateful! Bang.