Freedom of Speech #NDC_Bingo [D4]

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] He slithered in like truth had skin 10pm at the local bar All soaked in gin Called the waitress “woke,” said the jukebox was gay Claimed drag queens were comin’ to take the kids away Grabbed the mic stand, called it a cross But no one clapped when he played the boss [Pre-Chorus 1] He yelled ’bout freedom, rights, and war But the crowd just stared into their pour [Chorus] He spun around like a wounded saint A martyr bleedin’ pure complaint He threw the first, the last, the only punch… And broke his jaw on his own goddamn hunch Freedom of speech, Freedom of speech, Freedom to ignore Freedom! [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 2] He quoted memes like sacred text Declared the fridge was prob’ly hexed Said “milk’s a Marxist plot, you fools!” Then kicked a stool and praised old rules [Pre-Chorus 2] He shouted loud through bourbon steam But no one joined his fever dream [Chorus] He spun around like a wounded saint A martyr bleedin’ pure complaint He threw the first, the last, the only punch… And broke his jaw on his own goddamn hunch Freedom of speech, Freedom of speech, Freedom to ignore Freedom! [Instrumental interlude] [Bridge] “If y’all had guts, you’d stand and cheer!” He slurred while clutching someone’s beer “I speak for men who once had power!” A glass was wiped. A clock struck hour. [Pre-Chorus 3] He cried, “You’re scared to hear the truth!” They tipped their drinks and pulled a tooth [Final Chorus] He spun around like a wounded saint His blood now blendin’ with the paint He threw a punch, but no one flinched— So he kissed the floor and cried, “You can all see! - I’m lynched!” Freedom of speech, Freedom of speech, Freedom to ignore Freedom! [Outro, half-spoken] He left with blood on his teeth and pride in his fist, Mumbled about freedom, and no one said shit. Now he’s wearin’ a tie, signin’ bills with a grin — Funny what silence lets slither in. [Instrumental fade out]