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Orders Of The Day
Track 21 – “Orders of the Day” from Macht Amerika: Das Verte Reich Available 16th May 2025 In the voice of a proud yet hollow officer, “Orders of the Day” walks us through the rituals of obedience — the badge, the salute, the prayer — all performed without question. At first listen, it sounds like a national anthem for the boots-on-the-ground. But pay attention. This isn’t patriotism. It’s pathology. This track is a confession dressed in camo: from traffic stops to border raids, from courtroom hush to church small talk, every line reveals the cost of compliance. The singer doesn’t think, doesn’t ask, doesn’t see — because he was taught not to. And rewarded for it. Whether it's ICE, LEOs, military, or private contractors, this song asks: when does service stop being noble, and start being blind? It’s a warning to the “good guys” who never stopped to ask who gave the orders — or what those orders cost. I put on the badge I took the oath Salute the flag and drink my toast They told me who to watch who to fear Who to cuff who to make disappear They gave me rules and red tape boots A Bible a gun and a checklist of truths Told me don’t you think just stand your ground And when it gets messy don’t look around I don’t ask questions I just pray Do what I’m told the American way From the border wall to your hometown street We keep y’all safe with a lil’ deceit Got my orders of the day From a man in a suit far away Don’t matter what it says or why I follow orders not the sky I seen a mama cry for her son Wrong place wrong time wrong kinda run But I got a job and I got a code And if he twitched well that’s how it goes I stopped a girl just for lookin’ strange Her license clean but her hair deranged HQ said watch ‘em all close That’s all I need to diagnose Ain’t my place to say what’s right Just load the bus and kill the light Ain’t my place to check the cost Just bag the tag and count the lost I don’t ask questions I just pray Kneel when I shoot stand when I play From the courtroom steps to the church café We keep the peace our kinda way Got my orders of the day And a flag to hide what I obey If you don’t like it well bless your heart Just don’t stand too close when the cleansing starts more
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