They Thought They Were Patriots

adrenaline eyeballs, bloodshot red
somebody ringin’ a bell in your head
whippin’ your back like a dog in a race
the bark in your throat, the look on your face

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they thought they were patriots
thought they were – patriots
but look at ‘em now
just tryin’ to get out of this mess somehow

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torches and kerosene, riches and rags
conspiracy theories in brown paper bags
knuckles and fists and pepper spray
“this is my country, get out of my way”

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full body armor and half of a brain
chargin’ at the doors like a railroad train
stoppin’ for nothin’ but a brick wall
“traitors! let’s get ‘em all!”

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speaker of the house and the vp too
hidin’ undercover wonder what they gonna do
listen to the mob do a hue and cry
“take ‘em out to the gallows, hang ‘em high”

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some got busted, maybe more than a few
dupes and the ranters and the QAnon crew
it seemed like the right to do
“we were just doin’ what he told us to”

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great leader is gone to Mar-a-Lago Bay
and the curtain is risin’ on a brand new day
he used to be god’s chosen thug
now he’s just another dirt bag under the rug

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