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Lyrics: In the land of the free, where the bold eagles soar, Flock cameras perch like spies at every door. They scan every plate, track your every mile, Big Brother’s cold eyes in a corporate smile. But hark to the spirit of ‘76 fire, Where patriots rose against tyranny’s pyre. Smashing those lenses is no random crime— It’s liberty’s spark in these surveillance times! They log your comings, your goings, your kin, Turning streets into prisons where freedom grows thin. No warrant, no judge, just a silent machine, Feeding the beast of a watchful regime. So grab up your hammer, your bat, or your stone— For the Founders cry out from their graves of stone. Destroying the flock is a rebellious art, A toast to the Constitution, straight from the heart! No more silent watchers invading our lane, No digital chains in this sweet freedom’s reign. When the cameras shatter and the data runs dry, The American soul lets out a triumphant cry! For privacy’s sacred, a right we hold dear, Not sold to the highest bidder or whispered in fear. So raise up your voice in this poetic attack— Destroying Flock cams? Pure red, white, and blue, Jack!
