Make the broom
Go kaboom
As we sweep Lady Liberty's womb
Of the remnants of the old gentry
Cut a switch
Watch it twitch
Fresh from the birch
That grows by the ditch
Stripe the flesh of the old gentry
Burn these fields
These evil yields
Monsanto seeds and sausage breeds
Fed to us via sad-elite feed
It's beamed out
It's doled out
We've been sold out
By our fast food masters
As you get a taste
Of the remnants
Of the old gentry's plate
We eat bullshit and lies
And white-meat surprise
The propaganda menu
They've got a point
So let's light up this joint
And burn that motherf*cker down
Let us trust
In the brush
As we scrub Lady Liberty's face
Of the remnants of the old gentry