The kidnap team is casual
The boys got on their flannel shirts and jeans
They’re heading to the bean fields
To turn them into fresh crime scenes
Of course, they’re wearing masks
That’s so the moms can’t see
Their sons’ violent displays
Of toxic masculinity
Most of us are sorry
Some of us are scared, like you
The worst of us are glad to finally see
Our nation’s pent-up rage break through
Most of us are sorry
Some of us are scared, like you
The worst of us are glad to finally see
Our nation’s pent-up rage break through
You don’t deserve this fate
How could you choose where you were born?
You fled oppression
And arrived in a country torn
By a would-be dictator
And the racist acolytes
Guzzling his Kool-Aid and itching
For an existential fight
Most of us are sorry
Some of us are scared, like you
The worst of us are glad to finally see
Our nation’s pent-up rage break through
The worst of us are glad to finally see
Our nation’s pent-up rage break through
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