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Hit the Road, ICE

Year 2026
Songwriter Marcy Matasick
Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Hit the road, ICE, and don’t ya come back no more Now fascist mercenaries roam our streets hunting down people as if we’re meat A body hits the ground and before it cools, they’re smearing the victim as a terrorist tool Their approach is to kill you twice: with bullets and again with lies Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more They’re grabbing good people while families scream Terror takes over and haunts our dreams Invading clinics and schools and homes Turning our cities into grim war zones Now they coldly reload their heat They’re counting on immunity Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Hit the road, ICE, and don’t ya come back no more! Their puppy-killer boss has a job to do: take revenge on cities that voted blue With her cowboy hat and balloon-lips pout Hand her a mic, and the lies pour out Gotta shut down DHS! It’s nothing but a rotten mess! Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Hit the road, ICE, and don’t ya come back no more! Hit the road, ICE and don’t ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Hit the road, ICE, and don’t ya come back no more don’t ya come back no more don’t ya come back no more!