The Doctrine

The Doctrine
Or, The Provocateur Shuffle

Raid!
Inspection!
Resistance, insurrection!

Three days running
And your ratings were low
So you called in your yes men:
Time to put on a a show
There’s vermin in the chapel
The blood’s impure
The country’s getting sicker
And you know that you’re the cure
You tell them what to do
And they can only say, “Yessir!”
‘Cuz their minds are getting weaker
And they’re hooked on the allure
Of your malice and your palace
And your gold-plated throne
And they whimper and they howl
For you to throw them a bone
And you’re teaching them 
The virtues of a heart of stone
Of the beauty of pain
Of a boot on a neck
Of the hiss of the dying
Of the final groan.

Let’s roll now:
Raid!
Inspection!
Resistance, insurrection!
Pull the father from the mother
And the mother from the son
And you’re watching it in 4K
And you’ve never had such fun.
They’re asking for their papers
And they’ve got ‘em on the run
Now your ratings are improving
But you’re still not done:
Grab the workers from the warehouse,
And the schoolgirls from the nuns
And if they break away 
Time to bust out the guns.

Let’s roll now:
Raid! Inspection!
Resistance, insurrection!
Civil disobedience in the intersection!
There can be no letter from a Birmingham jail
Back then they succeeded 
But now they’re bound to fail
A match is lit,
The stink of burning tire
And it’s perfect, ‘cuz you’re waiting for your
Reichstag fire.
You’re shrinking from the world, but it ain’t no sin
When the real enemy is the one within.

Let’s roll now:
Raid!
Inspection!
Resistance! Insurrection!
Lock ‘em up now, yeah, it’s better than sex
Send in the tanks like Brezhnev did the Czechs
Your gain, their pain
Your car, their lane
Your parade, your glory, their prisoner train.
They’re mad, you’re sane,
Their blood, your stain
You’re dreamin’ California as your Ukraine.
You speak invasion,
Evasion,
Obfuscation,
No persuasion.
You’re hired, they’re fired
In the nation you sired
You’re high on you,
And we’re dog tired.

Let’s roll now:
Raid!
Inspection!
Resistance, insurrection!
But Tyrant Lane, it twists, it turns
The ember’s lit, the world, it burns
You love this war, your rules, your game
It always ends badly, but you say you’re not the same
Mounds of scoundrels in history’s bin
Nero to Stalin, but you’ll save ‘em with spin
When up is down and dark is light
You can rule the world
With nothing but spite.

Let’s roll now.

— GBM