Tyler R. Martin
It’s been a bit of time since Salem,
Joey McCarthys been long dead,
But their vile deeds live on still…
Can’t get that through my head…
They say that I’m still guilty,
I embody all of mankind’s sin,
For all misdeeds of my fathers
Condone the shoddy shape I’m in.
So dispense with your ambition,
Do as they say not as they do,
You had best recite their anthem
Or you know they’ll come for you:
“So persecute them for their gender, persecute them for their skin,
Raise up all your gilded pitchforks and we will burn them for their sin,
Lets all get on with the witch hunt, in every single state and town,
We’ll uncover all who don’t agree and we’ll tear that fucker down.”
You know that once I was a soldier,
But know that that means nothing now,
Once the Service deals its justice
No real defence shall be allowed.
Did my training at Fort Jackson,
Lived at the borders north and south
And at each place I was stationed
Was told to shut my privileged mouth.
So dispense with your ambition,
Do as they say not as they do,
You had best recite their anthem
Or you know they’ll come for you:
“So persecute them for their gender, persecute them for their skin,
Raise up all your gilded pitchforks and we will burn them for their sin,
Lets all get on with the witch hunt, in every single state and town,
We’ll uncover all who don’t agree and we’ll tear that fucker down.”