Mob Rule

Belly full of black snakes

Race full of fat fakes

I don't ever think that we'd stoop so low

Face full of black soot

Right wing, 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

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

I never liked it at all

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

I never liked it at all

Told your friends

Fat cop, white grub

Gang bang, sports club

Hero with a hashtag, makers of fear

Proud boy, heat wave

Gas part, raceway

Waving your flags on the nightly news

And I see birds on the beach

I hear the hate that you preach

Gonna end this

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

'Cause I never liked it at all

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

'Cause I never liked it at all

Take a good hard look at yourself

I could marinate

Jumping out the dead wood

Hiding in the priest hood

Climb a chain, threw your hoop

Repel in a tutu

White land, red sand

Redneck wasteland, parliamentary incest

Rumple stumper in the West

And I see flags on the sand

I see blood on your hands

Because of your

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

And I never liked it at all

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

And I never liked it at all

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

And I never liked it at all

Mob rule

Mob rule

Mob rule

And I never liked it at all