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.
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