You might see folks protesting
When the sound of something smashing through your window hits your ears;
And if you quickly turn your eyes,
You may just catch a glimpse of some brave soul who's fleeing.

Amid the freaks who riot,
You may see some flailing motions, and skulls being cracked with bricks;
Amid the screams and racial slurs,
You may see bloodshed through shards of your broken window.

Don't be concerned; it's nothing violent:
I'm spreading peace by whacking racists who deserve it.
There in the streets--and on your front lawn--
I beat on white folks with my baseball bat of love!

You might have heard some goose-steps
And seen guys with black bandannas waving boards and pipes and chains.
You might have even seen some flames
As we ran seeking in squads for Nazis to beat on.

You might have seen us pounding
On some douchebag who went driving his car through our gauntlet line.
And though he ran some of us down,
We did some damage to his car with melee weapons.

Don't be concerned; we're all non-violent:
We're spreading peace by whacking fascists who deserve it.
There in the streets--and from the sidewalks--
We attacked drivers with our baseball bats of love!

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There in the street--and from the sidewalk--
Broke that guy's window with my baseball bat of love!