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New Lyrics

Better lyrics, now, I think. What I did was kind of, idk, make it more of a protest song. Like I used science and shit. More call and response, more memes, and I made some language more accessible while making sure that you won't really get the song without learning more about the 1920s, the Gilded Age, the Robber Barons, and Hobo culture.

I remember getting a comment on LGL that was like "this is kind of a protest song," and I didn't get that at all, which is funny, considering that my genre—as self-identified—is "hyperpunk," and all classic punk [UK/USA 1974–1984] is necessarily a protest. Thus, this is necessarily the most authentically punk song I will have ever made, per my own judgement.

Anyway, I'll leave ya'll with one of my favorite punk songs to listen to. To, like, set the tone before reading the lyrics. White Riot by The Clash.

[Verse]In the deadfall’s place, where the yeggs all bunch,Mi Auntie storms in with a haymaker punch.An' she'll raise wire—“Hey, guns, ropers, hooks!Mob up the push; it's the Devil we'll book!”

[Chorus]"Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!"Boot to the knob till the red runs clean!"Push for the push," United We Stand—Smash the graft-house with the serf's right hand!

[Verse]From stew to the dive, all the office burns hot (hey!)Sap in the mitt with persuaders we've got (ho!)No lone stall drifts when the pack hits the pave;We bunch—we are wolves!—on an ice-cold grave.

[Chorus]"Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!" (hey!)It's "Boot to the knob" till the red runs clean! (ho!)"Push for the push," United We Stand—We service the list cuz they poisoned our land.

[Bridge 1]“Hold the deadfall!” she pipes in gun-moll,“Keep the kids clear of the Mad King's claw.Set a good kick in the gutter’s raw law—They don't talk so tough with no tooth in the jaw.”

[Bridge 2]The bulls git the shiddz and the badges turn coat,Domes stove in, put their brains in a croak.An' Auntie, she laughs, "'Been time comin';The law of the land is the order of dozens!"

[Chorus]Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!Put boot to the knob till the rivers run clean!Push for the push, United We Stand—Auntie forever—this is our land.

[Outro]Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean! (hey!)It's "boot to the knob till the red runs clean!" (ho!)Push for the push, United We Stand—Auntie forever—this is our land.

Old Lyrics

[Verse]In the deadfall’s place, where the yeggs all bunch,My Auntie storms in with a haymaker punchHer glims raise wire—“Hey, guns, ropers, hooks!Mob up the push; it's the Devil we'll book!”

[Chorus]Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!Boot to the knob till the red runs clean!Push for the push, united we standSmash the graft-house with a worker’s rough hand!

[Verse]From stew to the dive all the office burns hotSap in the mitt with persuaders we've gotNo lone stall drifts when the pack hits the paveWe bunch like the wolves on an ice-(COLD) grave

[Chorus]Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!Boot to the knob till the red runs clean!Push for the push, united we standWe service the list cuz they poisoned the land

[Verse]“Hold the deadfall!” she pipes in gun-moll,“Keep the kids clear of the Mad King's claw,Just our own kick in the gutter’s raw law!”

[Bridge]The bulls hit the skids, badges bent brokeDomes stove in, brains in a soakAn' Auntie, she laughs, “’been time comin’;The law of the land is the order of dozens!”

[Outro]Kick ’em, crack ’em, split the dull bean!Boot to the knob till the rivers run clean!Push for the push, united we standAuntie forever—this is our land!

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