"Hey Fascist, Catch" has lit the match and opened up the door his hateful speech had a long reach see Charlie hit the floor Kirk had a right to spit his spite and stir the grievance pot but in the land of guns for everyone Tyler took his shot Kirk was no saint he lacked restraint always punching down crass and loud he played the crowd and hyped the orange clown "Hey Fascist, Catch" has lit the match America is burning In the aftermath of our bloodbath is anybody learning? Now a nation mourns with hate and scorn temperatures are rising no call for calm for the five-alarm fire on our horizon We ought to run from martyrdom not pin it to our chest not canonize the hateful guys who scream that they know best With much at stake it's time we wake and embrace our better angels not reach for guns and act like Huns or rage like a deranged bull "Hey Fascist, Catch" has lit the match America is burning In the aftermath of our bloodbath is anybody learning?
