Machine Head frontman Robb Flynn is a pretty fascinating individual. His “The General’s Journals” entries on the band’s Facebook page are kind of like a diary, an unfiltered look that’s likely done without consulting any publicists. And if you didn’t know what side of the election he came down on, his latest entry isn’t a rambling indictment of Clinton or Trump, but a YouTube clip of a folk song he wrote, “Bastards.” With the first line, “‘Yesterday I told my sons sometimes the bad guys win,'” you know he’s not a Trump fan, and it goes on from there. Check the full lyrics out below the song. The video describes it as a demo. It’ll be interesting to see if it gets any more fleshed out than the guitar and vocals demo that it is now.
Yesterday I told my sons “sometimes the bad guys win”
And that it made me scared about the world that we live in
But I had to reassure them that it wouldn’t be for long
Sons we have to be ourselves
We have to be strong
I said “sons you are the future, so let this be a lesson”
There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression
Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light
But both you look in my eyes, “it’ll be all right”
In every step you take,
I’m with you all the way,
Cause I would die for you
And do what’s right for you
In hopes that when I’m gone
You’ll carry on these words I wrote for you
Til then…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
Today I looked out to the world, thought “what a bloody mess!”
They stripped our morals from us, put ’em under house arrest
“Liberty” and “country” are the words they need to speak
A little “god” a little “freedom”, if we don’t agree we’re weak
And every politician stood there idle and so smug
Empowering the racists and 2nd Amendment thugs
Wall St and the billionaires, thinking they’re so smart
Saying “vote with your wallets, instead of with your hearts!”
But we wont go away!
You won’t forget our name!
The p***y generation, the PC and the brave
The protesters that slink along the streets of misery
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
No, no, no, no, no
So give us all your fa***ts, all your ni***rs and your s***ks
Give us all your mu***ms, the so-called ter****sts
We welcome them with open arms, put ‘em in our mix
We’re better off together, embrace our difference
Remember there is love!
Our words can stop their guns
Forget the rednecks
Living in the past
Were never going back now, we’ve reached critical mass
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand my ground
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
I’m bold, I’m strange
Won’t let their fears make me afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
