than before for those corrupt In the red Just look at your alternatives We're not some fucking group for hire And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a
not your life Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night You're clever and in control of situations you provoke I can hear you laughing at punch lines But I didn't hear a
minds So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines If all you want is just your own set of rules Never nurse a guilty conscience for a
I'm kissing your million dollar grin You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands I'm shaking your over
If punk's not a religion then you don't have a savior's word And it's not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts 'Cause you've got nothing to say