Amen to the Man

© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- DJ, turn it up! (where ya at?) Tonight we read the little handbook of the cardboard patriot. It’s gonna bounce… but it’s gonna bite. (ha!) (Lead) Where the “real ones” at? (Crowd) Right here! (Lead) Where the “pure ones” at? (Crowd) Right here! (Lead) Where the kings with no crown at? (Crowd) Right here! (Lead) Aight… listen. (Lead) Raise that flag (hey) — bow that head (hey) Love that land (hey) — hate just fine (hey) God on your lips (hey) — fear in your hand (hey) You don’t serve the country… you serve the man! (who dat?) (Crowd) AMEN TO THE MAN! (uh!) One! Your people is your only idol, everybody else is “less.” (less!) Why learn their language? Make the whole world pass your test. (ha!) You call your story the only story worth the light, and if it don’t match your mirror… you say it ain’t right. (nope) Two! Outsiders are the enemy—convenient, neat. (so neat) You rename every word so truth can’t breathe. (can’t breathe) “Welcome” becomes “weak,” “exchange” becomes “infection,” you sell that fear like merch right before the election. (cha-ching) Three! History is modeling clay, you squeeze it till it sings. (sing!) You cut the pages that question you, you paint yourself as king. (king!) Losses disappear, victories get invented fast, facts get called “fake” while your legend gets cast. (run it back) (Lead) What’s that called? (Crowd) PROPAGANDA! (Lead) And it still bounce? (Crowd) IT STILL BOUNCE! (Lead) Raise that flag (hey) — bow that head (hey) Love that land (hey) — hate just fine (hey) God on your lips (hey) — fear in your hand (hey) You don’t serve the country… you serve the man! (who dat?) (Crowd) AMEN TO THE MAN! (uh!) Four! Submission is the law—doubt is a crime. (a crime) Critique is “treason,” questions don’t get time. (no time) (Lead spoken) “Boss… what if we wrong?” (Lead) Wrong ain’t in the dictionary—only “order,” “fear,” “move on.” (uh!) Five! Divide to rule—neighbor vs neighbor on sight. (on sight) You hand out little medals for loyalty every night. (every night) A united people scares you, so you draw a monster “they,” even if “they” ain’t real… you make “they” anyway. (ha!) Six! You call it patriotism, but it’s pride on a throne. (a throne) Loving your home is normal—mocking others is your tone. (your tone) You claim you invented everything, loud like a parade, and when reality disagrees… you just scream in the shade. (louder!) (Lead) Hold that line! (Crowd) Hold that line! (Lead) Hold that lie! (Crowd) Hold that lie! Seven! You use the culture, you use the faith as tools. (tools) Symbols in the window, anthems into rules. (rules) You swap prayers for loyalty oaths, you turn “holy” into brand, God becomes a backdrop while you shake the crowd by the hand. (amen?) (Crowd low) Amen… amen… (amen…) (Lead spoken) Amen for who? (Crowd pause) (Lead) Exactly. DJ! Bring that bounce back! (where ya at?) Eight! Nothing is your fault—blame stays on the shelf. (not me) Crises are “plots,” failures belong to someone else. (someone else) When things collapse, you point a finger, start a show, wrap the ruin in a flag and call it love for the photo. (flash!) Nine! Ignorance is holy—questions make you sweat. (sweat) So burn the books, mute the minds, don’t let ’em connect. (connect) Math is just for counting followers, not understanding life, and thinking too hard becomes “danger”—cut it with a knife. (slice) Ten! You swear you’re forever, but your pedestal is sand. (sand) The tide comes up quiet, you can’t command the hand. (nah) Then the fall hits heavy—no special exception, History starts laughing… and the people learn the lesson. (ha!) (Lead) Raise that flag— Bow that head— God on your lips— You don’t serve the country… (Crowd) AMEN TO THE MAN! History is patient. It always waits its turn… to laugh.