Halt Right

(album: Kult 45 - 2018)

Put up your fists and
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists

Confederate flags flown at half-mast
Cause he called me a fag and I snapped his neck back
With a vicious right-hook that's all that it took
I told 'em I wasn't playing now I'm leaving 'em shook
Cause traitor trump's got em fucked up
Thinking they can speak that hate but guess what?
His dominions coming to an end
Hate won't make America great again

Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists

When was America greater?
When it was criminal for women to vote?
When was America greater?
When slaves were bought and sold?
When was America greater?
Before the Natives lost control?
Fuck that MAGA propaganda
Hate won't make America great

This is the resistance with our fists held high
You fuck with us and we multiply
This is no longer a spectator sport
This is a motherfucking war
So rise from your master's feet
And blind your eyes from his idolatry
And set yourself free from his cult of tyranny

Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Hate won't make America great again

Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Put up your fists
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists