Aint no Joke

symphonic metal, psychedelic rock, blues rock, soul blues

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(Chorus)
Oh, this fascism ain't no joke, it’s a poison, makes you choke
On your own damn liberty, for all the world to see.
They wanna tell you who to love, who to hate, who’s from above
And who’s below, beneath their boot, plantin’ somethin’ foul to root.
MAGA my ass, that’s a damn disguise, for the hate that’s in their eyes
And they ain't gonna win this fight, not while I still got my light.

(Verse 2)
See the red hats, hear the chants, drummin’ up a hateful trance
Blind devotion, empty creed, sowin’ discord, plantin’ weed.
They say “Make America Great,” but great for who? sealed by fate?
For the pale and mighty few, while the rest of us just wither through.
They point their fingers, play the game, stokin’ up the righteous flame
But it’s a fire that burns so cold, leavin’ everythin’ so old.
Afraid of change, afraid of new, afraid of me and afraid of you
If we don't look, don't sound, don't fit their mold, a story that’s been bought and sold.

(Bridge)
Oh, the ugliness they breed, it’s a sickness, a damn weed
Chokin’ out the flowers bright, dimmin’ down the morning light.
They build their castles out of fear, whisperin’ what you wanna hear
But the truth, my darlin’, ain’t so sweet, it’s got a bitter rotten beat.
Hate’s a four-letter word, yeah, but when it’s lived, it’s truly stirred
A rot from deep inside the soul, takin’ its goddamn heavy toll.

(Guitar Solo - raw, wailing, with bluesy bends and feedback, building in intensity)

(Verse 3)
So you stand there, feelin’ small, watchin’ shadows start to crawl
Across the land, they creepin’ in, where do you begin?
You gotta open up your mouth, turn the currents, head them south
This ain’t no time to sit and sigh, gotta look ‘em in their goddamn eye.
Say no to fear, say no to shame, ignite your own damn righteous flame
For every soul they try to break, for goodness and for mercy’s sake.
This fight ain’t over, not by far, no matter how deep the scars
We gotta push back, make a stand, holdin’ hope within our hand.

(Outro)
Yeah, holdin’ hope within our hand!
This hate is wrong, you understand!
Fascism dies, it’s gonna fall!
Gonna give it my all!
Lord, my all!
(Screams and fades out with wailing guitar and feedback)

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(Verse 1) Sunrise bleedin' through the blinds, another day, another grind Got this gnawin' in my gut, somethin' ain't right, ain't no "but" Hear the whispers, hear the shouts, fillin' up this town with doubts Buildin' walls where bridges oughtta be, plantin' seeds of misery. They talkin' 'bout the good ol' days, but honey, that was just a haze A pretty picture, painted bold, hidin' all the stories untold. Of the ones they pushed aside, with nowhere left to run and hide Now they’re back, with venom in their eyes, peddlin' their fucked-up lies. (Chorus) Oh, this fascism ain't no joke, it’s a poison, makes you choke On your own damn liberty, for all the world to see. They wanna tell you who to love, who to hate, who’s from above And who’s below, beneath their boot, plantin’ somethin’ foul to root. MAGA my ass, that’s a damn disguise, for the hate that’s in their eyes And they ain't gonna win this fight, not while I still got my light. (Verse 2) See the red hats, hear the chants, drummin’ up a hateful trance Blind devotion, empty creed, sowin’ discord, plantin’ weed. They say “Make America Great,” but great for who? sealed by fate? For the pale and mighty few, while the rest of us just wither through. They point their fingers, play the game, stokin’ up the righteous flame But it’s a fire that burns so cold, leavin’ everythin’ so old. Afraid of change, afraid of new, afraid of me and afraid of you If we don't look, don't sound, don't fit their mold, a story that’s been bought and sold. (Chorus) Oh, this fascism ain't no joke, it’s a poison, makes you choke On your own damn liberty, for all the world to see. They wanna tell you who to love, who to hate, who’s from above And who’s below, beneath their boot, plantin’ somethin’ foul to root. MAGA my ass, that’s a damn disguise, for the hate that’s in their eyes And they ain't gonna win this fight, not while I still got my light. (Bridge) Oh, the ugliness they breed, it’s a sickness, a damn weed Chokin’ out the flowers bright, dimmin’ down the morning light. They build their castles out of fear, whisperin’ what you wanna hear But the truth, my darlin’, ain’t so sweet, it’s got a bitter rotten beat. Hate’s a four-letter word, yeah, but when it’s lived, it’s truly stirred A rot from deep inside the soul, takin’ its goddamn heavy toll. (Guitar Solo - raw, wailing, with bluesy bends and feedback, building in intensity) (Verse 3) So you stand there, feelin’ small, watchin’ shadows start to crawl Across the land, they creepin’ in, where do you begin? You gotta open up your mouth, turn the currents, head them south This ain’t no time to sit and sigh, gotta look ‘em in their goddamn eye. Say no to fear, say no to shame, ignite your own damn righteous flame For every soul they try to break, for goodness and for mercy’s sake. This fight ain’t over, not by far, no matter how deep the scars We gotta push back, make a stand, holdin’ hope within our hand. (Outro) Yeah, holdin’ hope within our hand! This hate is wrong, you understand! Fascism dies, it’s gonna fall! Gonna give it my all! Lord, my all! (Screams and fades out with wailing guitar and feedback)

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