SING SONGS OF DISSENT

SING SONGS OF DISSENT,

FOR THE BANNERS THEY FLY

ARE THE SAME ONES WE SEE

IN OUR PIE IN THE SKY

PUT ON SHOES FOR MARCHING

AND POLISH YOUR HORN

HECK, BRING A KAZOO;

PLAY THOUGH YOU ARE FORLORN.

GO GREASE UP YOUR OBOES

AND MOISTEN THE REEDS;

TIGHTEN YOUR DRUM BOLTS;

FILL M'RACAS WITH SEEDS.

WHILE THEY ARE OUT SLINGING

MUD; BEING UNCOUTH,

WE PEOPLE ARE SINGING

OUR SONGS ABOUT TRUTH.

LET'S DROWN OUT THE NONSENSE

LET'S SNUFF OUT THEIR FLAMES.

LET'S ALL JOIN TOGETHER

AND CALL THINGS THEIR NAMES

WE DO HAVE A CHORUS

TO CHANT DOWN THEIR HATE;

BUT IT'S TIME TO START SINGING

THE HOUR IS GETTING SO

ALARMINGLY

LATE.