[Verse 1] I dont know the score no more Run up in this bitch with the home made c4 Not for a protest or because Im mad Just because lifes a bore More often than not Im aware that I lost the plot Maybe Ill make it on CNN Im worth the ratings Or maybe Ill just blend in Do my shit in the dark Know what Im saying [Verse 2] A little razzle dazzle For the peasants and chattel You write the songs to make the whole world sing Ill build the bombs to make the whole world sink Or the oceans rise Babies first Manhattan Project Yojimbo in the gutter Play em against One another It aint much of an accident At home with the nihilist set [Verse 3] Heres a clandestine lesson You wont get a vigil til you become a victim No one cares about your misery or your sickness Or symptoms til its too late If you got a problem only you can solve them So why play it straight? And you the third estate What is the third estate? Everything Or thats what theyd have you think Yet they hold you in disdain But in our hands is their fate So cut to the chase and burn down city hall today They say the grass is always greener on the other side of fence But thats nonsense Thats bitchshit and thats nonsense Ask yourself who built the fucking fence And whos creating the segments? Listen
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