David Rovics - Butcher for Hire lyrics

If you wanna have a protest in the USA You wanna speak your mind in the American Way If there are some rich white men with whom you disagree And thought you have the right of a**embly There's a man that you should know 'Cause he will follow you wherever you go (Chorus) John Timoney, butcher for hire He's a brutal thug and a dirty liar He's a cop among cops, a man among men And, oh my God, he's back again And he'll protect our freedom in his own special way By smashing in your face today He'll spray tear gas in your eyes He'll look into the camera and tell lies And if you complain the deal is raw He will declare martial law (Chorus) He'll ban dancing, he'll ban art He'll ban medics on go-carts He'll ban meetings, he'll ban signs He'll ban circles, he'll ban lines He'll stand up upon his throne And say "go back to your free speech zone" (Chorus) But someday he'll meet his end He's already half-way round the bend He'll take stock of what he's done Stare at the notches on his gun He'll look into the mirror and at his poor wife And say, "Oh my God -- I've been a scumbag my whole life" (Chorus)