Jingoism 101

[Start - Radio static] 
Got my jackboots laced, too tight to feel,
Marchin’ through mud like it’s no big deal.
Got a flag in my truck, and spite in my soul,
Burnin’ bridges just to feel in control.

[Verse]
I banned some books that made me blink,
Called ‘em poison from the commie sink.
Pray to a steak-scented holy text,
Then rage when Starbucks don’t serve “X.”

[Chorus]
I’m a red-white-wrecker with a God complex,
Making memes outta fear and complex flex.
March to the beat of a Facebook lie,
(Still) screamin’ freedom while you question why.

[Verse]
Got a drone above with LED lights,
And a bunker full of canceled rights.
I wave my torch like it’s Fourth of July,
While fact-checkers sigh and historians cry.

[Outro] 
Still stompin’ in boots that don’t quite fit,
But the crowd still cheers, so I won’t quit.
With ketchup-smeared truth and fake electors too,
I sell you (freedom), red, white, and skewed.
[vinyl crackle]