The Thought - Nazis On Our Blocks Lyrics

Crime was invented by the State
As a retroactive motive
For their actions against
The Black and Hispanic
Seems their panic was a matter
Of consumers getting mad
At any brands that attracted
The darker skin and adapted
So they tapped into the passion
That the dads in Kansas had for the brass
And planned a coup as the answer
For maps of the planet
Being granite in color
So a mammoth fear of others
Turned to avenues for fascists
To chatter and build their magnets
I been mad as a hatter
Wanting Black Lives to Matter
To the Chads
In the Silver-Platter Peanut Gallery
I been asking the actors
How they fashion the flattering shots
They say it's all they got
And it pays a salary
I seen the fascist factory
The facts been stacked against 'em
I don't want to hear 'em
Try to justify the system
That ain't ever serving justice
When they bastardize their power
Send your Mom some rotten flowers
For the suffering you've caused, once you're shot!
How many got to die in vain
Before we kill the fucking cops?
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
We got to save the USA
From the Nazis on our blocks
(Better load your fucking glock)
('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks)
Lynch the KKK
Even if they got a badge
(Even if they got a badge)
(Gonna cut that pig in half)
They want to dig your grave
If you dare to fight back!
(Where's that fucking light at?)
(Got a bottle just for you!)
How many got to die in vain
Before we kill the fucking cops?
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
We got to save the USA
From the Nazis on our blocks
(Better load your fucking glock)
('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks)
Lynch the KKK
Even if they got a badge
(Even if they got a badge)
(Gonna cut that pig in half)
They want to dig your grave
If you dare to fight back!
(Where's that fucking light at?)
(Got a bottle just for you!)

Crime was invented by the State
As a retroactive motive
For their actions against
The Black and Hispanic
Seems their panic was a matter
Of consumers getting mad
At any brands that attracted
The darker skin and adapted
So they tapped into the passion
That the dads in Kansas had for the brass
And planned a coup as the answer
For maps of the planet
Being granite in color
So a mammoth fear of others
Turned to avenues for fascists
To chatter and build their magnets
I been mad as a hatter
Wanting Black Lives to Matter
To the Chads
In the Silver-Platter Peanut Gallery
I been asking the actors
How they fashion the flattering shots
They say it's all they got
And it pays a salary
I seen the fascist factory
The facts been stacked against 'em
I don't want to hear 'em
Try to justify the system
That ain't ever serving justice
When they bastardize their power
Send your Mom some rotten flowers
For the suffering you've caused, once you're shot!
How many got to die in vain
Before we kill the fucking cops?
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
We got to save the USA
From the Nazis on our blocks
(Better load your fucking glock)
('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks)
Lynch the KKK
Even if they got a badge
(Even if they got a badge)
(Gonna cut that pig in half)
They want to dig your grave
If you dare to fight back!
(Where's that fucking light at?)
(Got a bottle just for you!)
How many got to die in vain
Before we kill the fucking cops?
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
(Before we kill the fucking cops)
We got to save the USA
From the Nazis on our blocks
(Better load your fucking glock)
('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks)
Lynch the KKK
Even if they got a badge
(Even if they got a badge)
(Gonna cut that pig in half)
They want to dig your grave
If you dare to fight back!
(Where's that fucking light at?)
(Got a bottle just for you!)