Mass Strangling from Hunk by Elephant Rifle
Tracklist
| 3. | Mass Strangling | 3:50 |
Lyrics
Fascists in the streets
Wave those hateful flags—
Smash them in the teeth.
Spewing bitter fears,
Pride in better ghosts,
Hearts of sour tears.
South won’t rise again.
The most sacred lot
Sides for now with sin.
Only break one law—
One law at a time—
Like a fascist’s jaw.
Hateful, jealous men
Hide behind the badge—
Fragile, flinching hens
Chant it to the cops,
Yell it through the streets,
Pull out all the stops:
“Do not build the wall.
Do not raid the homes.
Don’t make children crawl
In the dirty gutters,
Begging for the lives
Of their blessed mothers.”
“Move it along, son.
Nothing to see here.
Move it along, son.
Nothing to see.
I’ve got a new badge
Made of your old skulls.
This is my big gun—
Nothing to see.”
With dumb little jokes,
Cops will always mock
Different kinds of folks.
Guns are always wrong—
Even you know what.
Singers, know your songs.
Everyone can speak.
We all have that right—
Monsters, mobs and meek.
Only break one law—
One law at a time—
Like a fascist’s jaw.
Hateful, jealous men
Hide behind the badge—
Fragile, flinching hens.
Chant it to the cops,
Yell it through the streets,
Pull out all the stops:
“Do not build the wall.
Do not raid the homes.
Don’t make children crawl
In the dirty gutters,
Begging for the lives
Of their blessed mothers.”
