National Anthem from Concept Creep by Jesus & The Robot

Jose can you see? Blah blah blah blah blah. You can take your fucking flag and shove it right up your ass. Did you know that those flags, total fire hazards. I dob’t know about you but when I see the red, white and blue. All I can see is red. The sight keeps my hatred fed. You ask, the flags good for what? I say, starting fires and wiping butts. So fuck you and your flag and your fucking anthem because it doesn’t mean shit unless all are free.

There’s a baby crying, can you hear it whining? Maybe it needs a butt change or perhaps a nappie. They’ve thrown a tantrum, screaming and pouting. All over Kaepernick and those who takes a knee or sits but guess who’s the real patriot? No, not the fuck nut nationalist. It’s those brave enough to stand against injustice. So you say love it or leave it, that freedom isn’t free. Please go take your flag and hang yourself from a tree.

Our presidents a piece of shit, a sociopathic narcissist. A parasitic capitalist, nationalist white supremist. Donald Trump, oh Donald Trump. I sure do hope you die. Stabbed multiple times so violently, watch the life drain from his eyes.

Your sons and daughters so horrible, let’s visit your daddies grave. Have a dance party on top of it, as for urinals it’ll be my fave. Donald Trump, oh Donald Trump. You’re a habitual liar. Let’s wrap you in the flag and set that shit on fire.

While hanging and burning, let’s gather the children around. We’ll blindfold them, give them a baseball bat, then twirl them round and round. Are you ready? Lil Lucy? Go ahead give it a big whack. Soon he’ll bust open and on the ground his innards will go splat.

• Experimental
• Psychedelic
• absurdism
• cathartic
• mixtape
• post traumatic stress disorder
• Pittsburgh