The fascists and their many guises
Anarchists and their fantasizing
It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat
Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls
As some similar psycho's screwing on the scope
I'm leaving town
To join sophisticates in my head
We'll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say "I'm coming home"
Fairy tales and fruitless fortunes
Acquired from some sad storyteller
Can sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keep
Organ grinders orating overtures of madness
As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned currency
There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau
I'll take the road less travelled
If it looks like it ain't been sold
The chains around my neck won't break
But at least they're made of solid gold


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    General CommentYAY i love this song so much... best song on this great cd!!! yaya... check out my lyrics at Deranged Youth... neone have ne idea what this song is about?
    NOFXJuggaloGirgoon July 24, 2002   Link
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    General Commentmaybe it's saying that the 'anarchists, the fascists, the poiticians and the psychos are supposed to be against different things, but they all think alike, 'they are on the same boat'. He wants to 'crush' them, and go home. Home without the fascists etc. Maybe not. Actually i don't know! fucking wicked song though. Swingin' utters rule.
    punxkillon October 17, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis song is resonant. when the world is perfect- that's when it's over.
    goodnighton December 08, 2004   Link

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