(Slow blues shuffle, harmonica wailin’ in the background) Verse 1 They don’t like our country, think it’s built on sin, Burn that flag at midnight, let the riots begin. Hate the rich for workin’, say they stole it all, But their trust funds keep ‘em rollin’ through the fall. Don’t like Trump, makes ‘em scream and shout, Freedom’s just too scary when the people speak out. Chorus Oh, the Libtard Blues, singin’ ‘em every day, Tear it down, shut it up, give the power away. They don’t like guns or speech they can’t control, Christian white males? Better hide your soul. Family values? Nah, that’s old and square, Socialism’s comin’, boys, better get your share! Verse 2 Guns for me but not for thee, that’s the golden rule, Free speech for allies, cancel the rest—you fool. They sneer at tradition, mock the mom and dad, But love the open border, let the whole world in—it’s rad! Protesting’s their religion, streets are their church pew, As long as it’s funded and the cameras catch the view. Chorus Oh, the Libtard Blues, singin’ ‘em every day, Tear it down, shut it up, give the power away. They don’t like guns or speech they can’t control, Christian white males? Better hide your soul. Family values? Nah, that’s old and square, Socialism’s comin’, boys, better get your share! Bridge Masks for the peasants, but ICE can take a hike, Censorship’s their best friend when the narrative’s on strike. Fraud in the system? Corruption in the game? They call it “progress,” baby, ain’t it all the same? Immigration endless, no questions in the night, While the middle class is payin’ for the fight. Verse 3 They love the big government, takin’ all you earn, Print more money, watch the whole thing burn. Don’t like the founders or the stars and stripes so bright, But they’ll virtue signal till the mornin’ light. Final Chorus (louder, with a grin) Yeah, the Libtard Blues, play ‘em loud and clear, Hate the country that gave ‘em everything they hold dear. From the flag to the family, the rich to the free, They’ll trade it all for power— that’s their decree! (Fade out with harmonica and a cynical laugh) There it is—straight blues, no filter. Sing it with a slide guitar for maximum effect.
