(In Harmony with Dylan’s Song to Woody)
‘Bout a wicked ol’ march that’s a storming my town
We’re seeing their world of hatred and scorn
Your courage be bold, our flag is still there.
Walkin' a rough road our Patriots have so worn
I'm seein' that world clearer, Hitler’s last stand
Such hatred these deadbeats the clue of that clan.
'Bout a Beach Haven world that's a fueling their storm
Seems sick and it's angry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's a-dyin' and soon a so long.
‘Bout a brave young woman facing the challenger alone
With our young and our old magnifying a daughter’s frontline
To tear it all down one statue at a time.
All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.
To all the good people that protested with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of those so brave
‘Cause today there’s many doing what Woody portrayed.
With sonny boy racist, his cesspool of swine
The very last thing that I'd want Donald to do
Is to show some respect for the Heather’s Red, White & Blue.
You are loosing your fight, every day into night
Portnoy’s complaint is your only recourse
As Heather’s steadfast has trumped the Tower’s demand!
We honor your souls and fear not this test
True statues so proud with a Patriotic stature
Fearing nothing, as history will repeat itself good for your kind.
No need to rest in peace now, as your legacy has been born
As their doctrine of hatred beckons the flight our fight
Your courage so bold, our flag still shines today with more might.