Clay Rose

"I was taught the fascists
and the N***s were all gone
but now I know that some things
I was taught were just plain wrong
'cause all they did was change their clothes
their country, and their song
but I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand
hat in hand and sing along

F**k that noise
F**k the proud boys
F**k the K*K
F**k Donald Trump
F**k Fox News
and f**k the NRA

F**k all the Christians standing by
condoning what they do
'cause let's be clear
if Christ were here
he'd say "f**k them," too

So here's to do**he bags and confederate flags
charging on Capitol Hill
Here's to traffic stops
and racist cops
armed with the right to kill
Here's to all these things
and political games
dying with the people's voice
If we stand up proud
and speak out loud
someday we'll have a choice

Oh, oh, oh, freedom don't come easy
and fear, it always comes down hard
like a screaming, silver bullet
tearing through a schoolyard
but the freedom that we're standing for
will be for everyone
who'll fight the fight for human rights
and win without a gun

I was raised to fear desire
I was raised to fear the man
I was raised to fear myself
if anger ever raised my hand
But I was taught to love my neighbor
just as fiercely as I can
and I hope to raise my children
to rise up and take a stand

So here's to s**t storms
and broken norms
paranoia and greed
raining down upon the ground
to fertilize our seeds
Here's to high hopes
and counted votes
giving us room to breathe
If you're kneeling on my brother's neck
Brother, you kneel on me

Oh, oh, oh, freedom don't come easy
and fear, it always comes down hard
like a thousand screaming bullets
tearing through a schoolyard

But the freedom that we're standing for
will be for everyone
who'll fight the fight for human rights
and win without a gun
So let's fight the fight for human rights
and win without a gun"

Clay Rose with Taylor Sims and Adam Perry
Velvet Elk, Boulder 4/12/2026
(video by Rhonda Jernigan)

F**k that noise, f**k the proud boys, f**k the K*K
F**k Donald Trump, f**k Fox News, and f**k the NRA
And f**k the Christians standing by, condoning what they do
Let’s be clear, if Christ were here, he’d say "F**k them" too

Here’s to do**he bags with confederate flags charging on Capitol Hill
Here’s to traffic stops and racist cops armed with the right to kill
Here’s to all these things and political games dying with the people’s voice
If we stand up proud and speak out loud some day we’ll have a choice

I was raised to fear desire, I was raised to fear the man
I was raised to fear myself if anger ever raised my hand
But I was taught to love my neighbor, fiercely as I can
And I hope to raise my children to rise up and take a stand

So here’s to s**t storms and broken norms, paranoia and greed
Raining down upon the ground to fertilize our seeds
Here’s to high hopes and counted votes giving us room to breathe
If you’re kneeling on my brother’s neck, motherf**ker, you kneel on me.