It's a fucking collective carcinogen
A disease dribbling dilapidation
That reeks of desensitization
Old traditions equals inspiration
No real imagination
As it declines into degradation
It's a palpable palsy of sorts
That just twists and contorts
Takes the old imagery and distorts
No more witty retorts
No more angry reports
Just words in a blender that the speaker aborts

So I'll strum a couple chords to the beat of my heart
and then sing it out for the love of the art
Wake up the next day and don a uniform
And work from nine to five or some other stupid shift
Five days of the week I will conform
'cause as the saying goes "ya gotta eat too"

Go to work in the morning, get fucked up at night
Day after day til all seems trite
Capitalism's a strain, y'all know it ain't right
Let's get this boot off our necks, it's time to unite
Probably get messy, probably be a fight
But isn't that worth some basic human rights?
Don't listen to that legal cacophony
Let's not be fooled by the bureaucracy
They'll come with open hands and a fake apology
But that look in their eyes is hostility
Liars practiced in hypocrisy
They'll put another lock on the door and just call it democracy

So I'll strum a couple chords to the beat of my heart
and then sing it out for the love of the art
Wake up the next day and don a black mask
Kill a cop, politician, and a billionaire real fast
No longer will I conform
'cause if we've gotta eat, that's what the rich are for
You don't have to go hungry if you're poor
if you gotta eat, that's what the rich are for
Oliver Twist doesn't have to ask for more
if you gotta eat, that's what the rich are for
You don't have to go hungry if you're poor
if you gotta eat, that's what the rich are for