Mob Rule

Yeah
Belly full of black snakes, race full of fat fakes
I don't have a thing for which stoops so low
Face full of black soot, right wing and left
Foot
History doesn't mean a thing to you
And I see flags on the sand
I see blood on your hands
Had enough of this
My bro, my bro, my bro
'Cause I never liked it at all
My bro, my bro, my bro
And I never liked it at all
Tell your friends
Fat cat, white grub, gangbang sports club
Hero with a hashtag and acres of fear
Proud boy, heat wave, gas pipe, race rage
Waving your flags on the nightly news now
I see boats on the beach
I hear the hate that you preach
Gonna end this
My bro, my bro, my bro
'Cause I never liked it at all
My bro, my bro, my bro
'Cause I never liked it at all
Take a good hard look at yourself now 'cause you're better off
Chopping down the dead wood, hiding in the priesthood
Climate change voodoo, pearl in a tutu
White land, red sand, redneck, wasteland
Parliamentary incest, romper-stomper in a wet suit
I see flags on the sand
I see blood on your hands because of your...
My bro, yeah yeah, my bro, yeah yeah, my bro
And I never liked it at all
My bro, yeah yeah, my bro, yeah yeah, my bro
And I never liked it at all
My bro, yeah yeah, my bro, yeah yeah, my bro
And I never liked it at all
My bro, yeah yeah, my bro, yeah yeah, my bro
And I never liked it at all