I have a dream.
Globalist leaning over the guillotine.
No more cackling, just pure screams
That is my wish, that is my dream.
Their heads in a basket just will not do
Perhaps on a spike, or fed to a joo
What does it matter you ask at this time?
String em up, short rope tall tree for their crimes!
When laws only apply to all but not one
We’ll show you how we feel
And we’ll have some fun!
We’re done with the circuses and media play
We are in charge, you’ll do as we say!
We aren’t your serfs, your coolies, your plebes
We’ll hang you high,and ignore your pleas.
Keep playing with us people, you’ll see what’s in store
You will not be happy what comes to your door.
We have the bill of rights on our side
We will defend our law and our pride!
You pushed us around
You thought you would win
Your treason, your lies were the ultimate sin.
You underestimated the American might
We’re coming for you
Be it day
Be it night.