I want to be a fucking thorn in the side of the world

born to bite the hand that feeds the fucking hook down our throats

every day is a fucking rule I fail to break

we're the prey, we get paid and we pay for the bait


everything is not fine


our Father who aren't in Heaven

I don't dream in American

war drums don't move my feet

the human race can run without me


everything is not fine

(let the empire expire, little pink houses on fire)


U.S. out of New England

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