They hate us, they say, they hate us They hate us for our freedom They hate our way of life-- They hate us, they say, they hate us They hate our sacrilegious humor And our comic blasphemy They hate our dancing and our music And our bacchic revelry They hate our uncaged women and the revealing way they dress A jealous animal hatred For our promiscuous progress This is why they hate us They say So they say So they say Nay Take another look, I say And this time look at me Look into these hate-filled eyes And see what these eyes see We don’t hate your freedoms faux Nor your shallow way of life Emancipated inebriated Wasted stupors filled with strife We don’t hate your jeering jesters And their uninspired babble Their mockery amuses A feebleminded rabble We don’t hate your
Chills. Evocative, enlightening, and raw.