Forget good intentions, I’m content in my inaction
Don’t give me a vote, I want a brand new distraction
Don’t give me a choice, I’ll take my bread and my circus
If you can’t give me bread, I’ll still ask you where dessert is
I’m drowning in the open air, I’m sinking through the floor
I used to be land-locked, now the ocean’s at my door
I’m in for a whirlwind that’s for sure, and what’s more
There’s a hole above my head that I just can’t ignore
I’m the product of these products, and sold like I’m the odd duck
For wondering what the fuck is up with all these dump trucks of
Love for institutions of pollution, our daily contributions
The landfills are full and still pull the bull from congress resolutions
An infusion of illusions have kept us counting two by twos in
An attempt to fill an ark we cannot build with some half-truths and
We’ll all be sorely losing, but especially the lower class
While the rich are getting richer and the shrinking middle craves their cash
In the puddle turning slicker, the population’s sicker
The air is growing thicker, so please here take a sticker
Sing a song for planet earth and then drive home so bitter
If it’s father man and mother earth, tell me why does we hit her?
Can’t keep down our liquor, spend our checks on pitchers
Running up the debts, so christmas comes and you can get yer
Happy little new toy, watch the lights and oh boy
Throw away the old one, it was made just to be destroyed
Happy little people, crowd under the steeples
Pray to the god of excess, for a sale on some more sweet bull
Everybody bow down, the cow was made to chow down
Don’t care how it’s made ‘cause what we crave is more and right now
Pound by pound we pound out, sounds till we can’t sound out
Pop ain’t art without a heart, but start now and you’re drowned out
All this is a folly, a chasing after breezes
So go just pop a molly, or kneel before your yeezus
Don’t need a constitution, don’t need a revolution
Maybe a new atom bomb, but certainly not a solution
We are not the future, we are not a cancer
We were born just like you and do not have the answer
This is not a hope song, this is not a love song
This is an I am sick and twisted and had quite enough song
Shake me from the inside, take my hand, demand me
Herd me ‘round and hurt me, brainwash me and brand me
I am not an icon, I am not a profile
I am not a number, I am not on mobile
I am not an issue, I am not ______ist
I am still a problem, I will not be dismissed
I am here for peace time, I am here for warfare
I don’t want your savior, I like you am very scared
Don’t give me a vote, I want a brand new distraction
Don’t give me a choice, I’ll take my bread and my circus
If you can’t give me bread, I’ll still ask you where dessert is
I’m drowning in the open air, I’m sinking through the floor
I used to be land-locked, now the ocean’s at my door
I’m in for a whirlwind that’s for sure, and what’s more
There’s a hole above my head that I just can’t ignore
I’m the product of these products, and sold like I’m the odd duck
For wondering what the fuck is up with all these dump trucks of
Love for institutions of pollution, our daily contributions
The landfills are full and still pull the bull from congress resolutions
An infusion of illusions have kept us counting two by twos in
An attempt to fill an ark we cannot build with some half-truths and
We’ll all be sorely losing, but especially the lower class
While the rich are getting richer and the shrinking middle craves their cash
In the puddle turning slicker, the population’s sicker
The air is growing thicker, so please here take a sticker
Sing a song for planet earth and then drive home so bitter
If it’s father man and mother earth, tell me why does we hit her?
Can’t keep down our liquor, spend our checks on pitchers
Running up the debts, so christmas comes and you can get yer
Happy little new toy, watch the lights and oh boy
Throw away the old one, it was made just to be destroyed
Happy little people, crowd under the steeples
Pray to the god of excess, for a sale on some more sweet bull
Everybody bow down, the cow was made to chow down
Don’t care how it’s made ‘cause what we crave is more and right now
Pound by pound we pound out, sounds till we can’t sound out
Pop ain’t art without a heart, but start now and you’re drowned out
All this is a folly, a chasing after breezes
So go just pop a molly, or kneel before your yeezus
Don’t need a constitution, don’t need a revolution
Maybe a new atom bomb, but certainly not a solution
We are not the future, we are not a cancer
We were born just like you and do not have the answer
This is not a hope song, this is not a love song
This is an I am sick and twisted and had quite enough song
Shake me from the inside, take my hand, demand me
Herd me ‘round and hurt me, brainwash me and brand me
I am not an icon, I am not a profile
I am not a number, I am not on mobile
I am not an issue, I am not ______ist
I am still a problem, I will not be dismissed
I am here for peace time, I am here for warfare
I don’t want your savior, I like you am very scared
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