VERSE 1
Striking a nerve like a glockenspiel
Is not how the world is supposed to heal
Of course it matters how your audience feels
They’re the ones who pay for your meals
They didn’t pay to see you spin your wheels
Shouting slurs with a Klansman’s zeal
Bigotry and anger weren’t part of the deal
Your jokes are older than slipping on a peel
CHORUS 1
Tiger uppercut to the billionaire giants
Sho-ryu-ken to the fascist tyrants
Machinegun punches to the royal crown
Punch all the way up, not all the way down
VERSE 2
You’re not dead yet, got millions of dollars
And an army of defenders who hoot and holler
They’re the Twitter trolls and radio callers
Your ego gets bigger, but your dick gets smaller
CHORUS 2
Tiger uppercut to the cardinals and popes
Sho-ryu-ken to abusers of bad jokes
Machinegun punches for the evil frowns
Punch all the way up, not all the way down
VERSE 3
You’ve never experienced living on the streets
You’ve never had to worry about when you’ll eat
You’ve never had a cop pound your face like meat
You’ve never been your uncle’s favorite tasty treat
Not all of your victims have a dinner table seat
Think about that when you’re feeling the heat
They’re not chewed gum stuck underneath your feet
They have their own dreams, march to their own beat
CHORUS 3
Tiger uppercut for the ones with bullwhips
Sho-ryu-ken for the sellers of bullshit
Machinegun punches for conspiracy clowns
Punch all the way up, not all the way down
Flash kick for the gods who rule from the sky
Spinning bird kick when they refuse to die
Rising dragon kick with a Bruce Lee sound
Kick all the way up, not all the way down
