Sage Francis Makeshift Patriot Lyrics

I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.
You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,
and you're waving the d___ flag.

Frank, what's that man?

I'm just watching some bullshit.
On the news. It's f___ing bullshit.
Reporters trying to win a f___ing Emmy.

[Chorus] (x3)
Makeshift patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself at half mast

It's the makeshit, the patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself via live telecast

[Verse 1]
Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather offered a nice shine
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence
My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective
"Don't gimme that ethical s___."
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is!
That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain
Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children, wheelchairs were stairway obstructions
I have to back pedal from the shower of glass and metal
Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over
But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier
And waits for the suit and tie to come home, we won't wait 'til he's older
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end, "Now get a close up of his head..."

[Chorus]

"How's my hair look?"

[Chorus]

"Run that tape back!"

[Chorus]

"It looks just like a movie"

It's the makeshit the patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash

[Verse 2]
The city is covered in inches of muck, I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck, leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands to escape the brutal heat, sometimes in groups of the three
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said, beyond the talking heads
Was the b_____ dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
But all the hospitals are overwhelmed, volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind, he's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll
We cheer him on but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know the more they fabricate - the easier it is to sell souls

["Speech"]
"There is a new price on freedom so buy into it while supplies last
Changes need to be made, no more curb-side baggage
7 pm curfew, racial profiling will continue with less b____ing
We've unified over who to kill
So until I find more relevant scripture to quote
Remeber; our god is bigger, stronger, smarter and much wealthier
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part"

[Verse 3]
We're selling addictive twenty-four hour candle light vigil in TV's
Freedom WILL be defended at the cost of civil liberties
Viewers are glued to television screens, stuck cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss
We don't know who the culprit is yet, but he looks like this
We know who the heros are, they're not the xenophobes who act hard
"We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that s___ in our own back yard?!"
They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same d___ tape?
While the camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank
With a ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score, humanity struggles
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble
Some of them dug for answers in the mess, but the rest were looking for trouble

[Chorus] (x3)

It's the makeshit, the patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself, don't waive your rights with your flags