Remember the shock jocks? Back when Howard Stern was a controversial radio personality? The Republican Party took notice and turned that format into a platform to manufacture fear, loathing and hatred with talk radio and Rush Limbaugh.
That formula migrated to Fox News and its competitors and then grifters like Alex Jones and Charlie Kirk followed suit. Turns out, hate is big business. What’s that phrase? Every movement starts as a cause, turns into a business, and ends as a racket? That’s Hate, Inc. (As usual, scroll to the bottom for alternate genres of this song.)
Lyrics
There’s a screen in the kitchen and it knows your name,
Keeps a fresh little devil in a brand-new frame.
Yesterday a teacher, today a kid,
Tomorrow it’s a neighbor for something they did.
Fox News in the corner with the volume high,
Selling you thunder from a cloudless sky.
Turning Point USA turns till the anger clicks,
Everyone’s frightened, everybody’s fixed.
They don’t want you looking at the factory floor,
At the empty towns and the hospital doors.
They don’t want you asking who picked your pay,
So they hand you a target and point you away.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Where the cash register sings.
They sell you a villain so you don’t see the bill,
Hand you a torch while they pick your till.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Where the outrage rings.
If you’re mad at the weak, you won’t look at the strong,
And the people who robbed you still sing their song.
Alex Jones with the siren and the end-times grin,
Got a miracle cure and a bucket to fill.
Charlie Kirk had a camera and a college kid scared,
Turns every question into “How dare they care?”
Trump at the pulpit with a gold-plated sneer,
Says the ones who hurt you are the ones over here.
Not the tax-cut saints with the corporate smiles,
Not the sons in the back stacking money in piles.
They don’t want you counting what the bosses made,
While your rent goes up and your hours get shaved.
They don’t want you asking why the promise broke,
So they flood your throat with someone to choke.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Where the cash register sings.
They sell you a villain so you don’t see the bill,
Hand you a torch while they pick your till.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Where the outrage rings.
If you’re mad at the weak, you won’t look at the strong,
And the people who robbed you still sing their song.
There’s always a monster.
There’s always a threat.
There’s always a caravan
That hasn’t come yet.
There’s always a bathroom.
There’s always a book.
There’s always a person
To deflect away from the crooks.
And while you’re swinging at shadows,
They’re signing the deal.
While you’re screaming at children,
They’re stealing the meal.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Put your pain in the machine.
It comes out as merch, as votes, as fear,
After another lost year and another lost year.
Welcome to Hate, Inc.
Where the whole thing runs on blame.
They need you mad, they need you blind,
They need your heart turned into rage.
They make the villains.
They sell the cure.
They count the money.
They ask for more.
Hate, Inc.
Hate, Inc.
They broke the promise,
Then sold you the stink.
Hate, Inc.