Oh, no! don’t you just hate yourself.
Your opulent show of middle class wealth
Though we’re all encouraged to do worse to our health
Don’t burn what you can’t buy off of a shelf


Cause you’re out having too much fun
And you’re not out hurting any one
And you’re not out prostelyizing off your head
And you’re not a rousing rebels fire-branded


The world is telling you to fear fear itself
No!  The media is selling you to fear for wealth
The media’s full of fearmongers ratings whores
But the media’s a fool for gold hunger bolds


I’m sick of the idea that things are wrong
I’m sick of hearing what I think is wrong
I’m sick of people who think there’s a right
When no one’s ever agreed on a single right [divine sight?]


And women would rather us drink into a rage
And bottle us up like sex-driven apes in a cage
Cause they see she’s a woman who’s easy to please
At the snap of a finger she drops to her knees