Plastic, fake, spastic asses shake
Just puppets; they love it and masked rape

Before your core rots and your ticker stops
Have some hor dourves get rich and then pop

No names; just name brand extensions
A game they play at your expense and

You’re too stupid to know
Let your ignorance show
You take whatever they hand ya
So shut the fuck up…
And smile for the camera

Ridiculous notions concocted political potions
Swallowed by the masses; hollow and classless,
Except when there’s money; gee, aint it funny
When my name gets replaced with “honey”
A joke, a sad poke at the jest of this mess
At best with no hope we get choked by our votes…
And still lifetimes of fuck ups remain

Complacency killed the future
Blank faces trying to spell the word “stupor”
All this money we slave for
Hope we get paid or,
Some day we get laid or,
If the world had this course to do…
You know to do over…
Nature would abort you
And stop staying sober.

A junction in time; punk kids in line
Jump to break the spines of nuns, cops, and mimes
But not books...

There’s more method to the madness; I stress this!
Kiss the “fad’s” dick right on it’s vestige,
While scapegoats write hooks...

Cookie cutter your life; sell your bookie your wife.
Then smile those porcelain, pearly whites
Only corporate zombies look...

This is the life, that they would hand ya
Take it idiot, and smile for the camera!
Live to get a soul shook...

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