Lyrics

You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your tinfoil wearing, troll farm sharing opinion.

You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your snake oil buying, brain cell frying opinion.

You say you do all of your own research
But everything you say sounds just like John Birch.
You think it’s some kind of secret clique,
But it’s just a cult, and you’re just a prick with an opinion.

You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your camo hobby, corporate lobby opinion.

You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your lost election insurrection opinion.

And nobody cares
About your homicidal thoughts and prayers.
And AR-15s are flying off of the shelves,
So the rest of us have to protect ourselves from your opinion.

You say you’re itching for a fight.
You say that power is your right,
Just for the color of your face.
Funny how it seems to be
Belief in White supremacy
Is held by those who would make the weakest case.

You’ve got a right to your religion.
You’ve got a right to your sex-frustration, Christian nation religion.

You’ve got a right to your religion.
You’ve got a right to your hate immersion, gay conversion religion.

You say you just want to save my soul.
But really what you want is to take control.
You say it’s your sincere belief,
But if you try to run my life, I’m gonna give you grief for your religion.

You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your opinion.
You’ve got a right to your oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh opinion.
You’ve got a right to your uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh opinion.
You’ve got a right to your opinion.
Oh, you’ve got a right to your opinion