Video: Machine Head’s Robb Flynn Wrote a Folk Song About Trump’s Victory

The latest edition of Machine Head frontman — and 24th Most Important Person in Metal — Robb Flynn’s ongoing “General Journals” diary is a doozy.

Robb’s been on a social media detox of late. Smart time to take a break. But, obviously, he’s plenty fired up about our recent presidential election, and the results have inspired him to write a folk song about it.

I like that he went the simple guitar-and-voice folk route rather than trying to make it into a standard metal song; it just feels right. Woody Guthrie would be proud!

Check out the video below — the song is called “Bastards” — with the lyrics following. Those are some pretty strong fucking words. There’s no question where Robb Flynn stands. Fuck yeah.

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 pussy 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 faggots, all your niggers and your spicks
Give us all your muslims, the so-called terrorists
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