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A Modern Dylanian Tale

Kyle’s in mom’s basement Shining up his armament Pretti’s on the pavement Facing down the government The men in the jackboots Face cloaked, safety off Tryin’ not to look soft Just another jerk off Look out dude Watch the attitude You’re filming us again Better check your civil liberties Tryin’ to save a new friend The man in the black ICE hat Did it again Wants to get his macho thrills You just want some zen

Goode ain’t mad at you Looking just to get through Put it into drive Tryin’ to stay alive Double tap her anyway While she tryin’ to get away An orchestrated fray On a frigid winter day Look out girl It’s a sad new world Avoid the checkpoint Don’t smoke a joint Better polish your excuse ‘Cause they’re tightening the noose You’re only bound to lose And wind up in the news Don’t need an authoritarian To tell you what to choose

Get woke, ring a bell Burn another oil well Find another book to sell Tell the man to go to hell Orange clown, heads down Restart, set sail Get nailed, hightail Buy a gun, pay retail Look out Jack You better jump back But losers, beaters Late night rage tweeters Just another ghoul Another sharpened tool Glorify the cheater In the scrolling theater

You comply or you die Shit your pants at your final dance Be bluffed, get stuffed Tryin’ hard to look tough Please man, please lord Put away that bloody sword Two hundred fifty years Is this what we’re headed for? Look out friend It’s coming to an end Better get yourself a handle Tweet the latest scandal Don’t play Rambo Be a clever vandal Don’t want to wind up dead With a bullet in your head Don’t wanna be confused For some prophet in a sandal.

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