I'll make do on quarter ration.
I'll wrap rags around my feet.
I'll march through the night 'til morning
down a frozen, muddy street.
No, I ain't no summer soldier
who will turn at first defeat.
Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -
summer soldiers take a seat.
Did you think it would be easy?
That the burden would be light?
Did you think this deep state ruling class
would cede without a fight?
Did you think, you sunshine patriot,
there'd be no dark or night?
Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -
sunshine patriots take flight.
They want our Arms surrendered,
and they want our Speech controlled,
and they want our Country “transformed,”
and our Constitution rolled.
But, a General rose to meet them
and he's earned their wrath untold.
So, when this deep state attacks him,
Deplorables, we hold.
I'll make do on quarter ration.
I'll wrap rags around my feet.
I'll march through the night 'til morning
down a frozen, muddy street.
No, I ain't no summer soldier
who will turn at first defeat.
Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -
I hold the line; I don't retreat.
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