Yappin 'bout balogna

Lyrics:

Thought I'd grab a bottle

But to hollow it out prior

To flying to Porto might get

Me too blotto to plot my way home

But I got none, oh well

Guess it's to the bottom

For me, goin' "got 'em"

Caught em Lying red handed

Thought I'd reached em

When I taught em but

They wash thoughts like laundry

Bleached in sunbeams radiating

From the green-screen chromakey

Replacing reality with money

Watching cops beat people in the streets

While other leaders look at their feet

And offer nothing because they'd do the same thing.

Fight for peace and fuck for virginity

I'll fuck up your peace if it meant we got anything

Madness runs streets in jackboots

Anger in the pilot's seat, This planes spiraling

in a tailspin Cuz our pilot fell into the position

Still ya gotta work with em, they're the system

And they might break their own rules but listen,

Kiss them and they'll let you keep living but

Still call you lazy as they take what they came in for

We're all bastard sons of whores

Outlasting the last crass assholes who trashed the place

Wasted what was and left us with the mess

In place of systemic unrest we could house the homeless

We could feed the foodless and clothe the clotheless

But the cash says "no, just stay course forward

Or be thrown over"

And I'm diving seawards

Screaming please kill me

Not so slowly, thirsty and hungry

I'd rather die fighting some thug in olive green

Than emaciated in the streets

But I'm blind as the next freak

Alive until we'll see

Tune in next week!

How long til I'm beating Nazis

How long til I'm beat?

They got numbers but I got heat

Fire beats and sick shit lips

Spitting from the hip

Hitting cons, ancaps, and libs

Cuz none of ya'll have shit to give

Living on the backs of the working class

This unthankful tankie's firing lasers at your lazy ass

On blast, your selfish and that's the last of it

Live like shellfish, true evolution isn't

Backwards it's forwards so stop looking to the past for answers

You can't redo steps in a dance til the song is over.

So let's end this repetitive twist

Maybe listen for a minute to those who make you rich

And warn of disasters like you give a shit

Because if you ain't listening we'll stop flapping lips

And start throwing fists, pulling trigs

You got firepower but we got.. twigs and…

Fuck.