PATRIOT

Hypothetical anthem for a coup d’état.

And I’m back stateside, I’m back to this bullshit

All tap water and Kodachrome

On the news they’re clearing out

Rat nests of asbestos

And our politicians blush

From adrenochrome

And I hate it here, like I hate my mama

I wish she was better

Than she had the chance to be

Wish she had the scholarships and food stamps at her age

That she found for me, now, now

There’s nowhere else to go now

So I left for new York from Dublin

Thinking it’d be a short stay

Stuck in the gutters of Brooklyn

No stars from this view in the USA

And it’s bonfire day somewhere

But it sure ain’t here

No there’s no reasons for fireworks here

Yet, yet

Gotta be another place to get to yet

And I hate it here, like I hate my daddy

I know he tries and tries

But how hard could it really be

And he says his life ain’t worth much

And probably never was but all the

Twists and turns were worth it

To have me as his baby, aw man, man

We gotta get ourselves a better plan

When I made it to California

We went about a whole week

Before a brush fire lit up the TV screen

Sacramento cried climate change

And they weren’t totally wrong

Maybe they should pass a law

Or sue General Electric again?

Nah! It’s the same fucking song

They sang last summer

And the ten winters before

Yeah it’s always wildfire season

Close the windows and shut all the doors

Getting harder to breathe, here, here

Gotta think there’s enough clean air left somewhere for you and you and me

And I hate it here, like I hate myself

Every time I pass the mirror

I see the same dumbass who fucked herself

And her life up forever with all that love

And no place to put it

Because when I try to love my country

President finds new ways to punish it

Here, here

Gotta think there’s some time left for us to see

The rest of the world, the rest of the world

The writing on the city wall said

Another world is possible

Another world is possible

But I don’t wanna leave

I don’t wanna leave

Not without my honey, not without you

First seeing for the first time

And the last time, and no other time since

Wanna show you where I grew up

The sights, the smells, the rinse

Cycle of the Pacific churning

Past the shore and up the coast

But I’ll hold your hand

When the flood comes in

Yeah I know how this song goes

They taught it alongside the pledge

Back in kindergarten

Love the flag god and country yeah

That’s when the heart starts to harden

I started sitting down for the salute

Around the fourth grade

And civilians won’t believe me

But it’s true anyway

Yeah I’m telling the truth

No matter what they say

I’m not raising kids here

I’m not coming back for funerals

I don’t even want to get pregnant

On the mainland with all the

Politico and pedophiles

Running around like they’re got god

And the military on their side

Hope the Navy makes you fuckers face the wall

Then puts a couple Tridents in your backsides

Hope Mr Market crashes at your mansion

Hope the safe houses all get doxxxed

Hope Lake Michigan turns red

From all the girls you drown off the docks

Hope you all finish balding

Just before we come for your fat ass heads

Hope your schemes all mold and rot

I don’t need no un redacted file

To remember what I’ve lost

What we’ve all lost

What you freaks took

From Virginia and Maria

And all the girls whose names that we don’t know

I hate you like the devil

And it’s the devil I’m cursed to know

So get behind me, get on your knees

Pick a demon and fix to pray

Chatter I hear from the guys at State-

You freaks won’t make it to President’s Day

So this is your Inaugural Youth Poet yeah

Make me your villain, your Hanoi Jane

If you’re hearing this across the air waves

Strike when it feels good to you, okay?

Make em pay for every kid we lost

To miscarriages and cages

To the lead in Flint and the floods in Texas

The fires all across the USA

Burning all over the USA

Up and down left and right

North south east and west

Heard this used to be a nice place to live

Now they’re selling off what’s left

To any Israeli or Russian

With enough bit coin to spend

Cross your governor’s palm with enough blood money

You’ll see how them steel beams bend

But what do I know honey

I’m just a dumb California blonde

I’m a poet and UC graduate

And I’ve never yet been wrong

Just a little right a bit too early

Which is almost always worse

But I’ve been dodging bullets

Since I was born into this

Blue white red curse

Turn the flag upside down

Light a Spirit off your draft card

Fuck you and fuck your money

Right back to the hell you crawled from

Yeah fuck you and fuck your money

Straight back to the hell you crawled from

Hope to god that our Maui Napoleon

Puts your asses back in Sodom

Blow that fucking whistle baby

Blow it once real good for me

I’ll be with you at the front lines

In the back rooms and the alleys

Y’all ain’t seen a real civil war before

Not yet this century

But I read the stars and tarot cards

Checked each calendar and every year leaf

There’s only one way this song ends, my love

One more time for me

Blow that goddamn whistle baby

I wanna try living in a real democracy

Now this line ain’t that secure

There’s more in person I’ve got to say

So I’ll see you at the Capitol, honey

I’ll see you on Independence day