Bourgeois fascist, mighty warrior of the right
You're scared of your shadow
Your favorite shade is white
Front high class like you're the s___
I'm done
I've had it
Wave your hands up in the air
Scream hallelujah, king s___ is here

I keep on trying
I keep on thinking
I keep on dying
I keep on sinking
I keep on pushing
I keep on moving
I keep on losing
I keep on bruising
I keep on hating
I keep on waiting
I keep on thin ice
I keep on skating
I keep on slipping
I keep anticipating
I keep it off the hook
I keep my temper cooked

Is that a voice just in your head
Now what exactly make you think
That you'd fool us with your smile
Man, we all know you're a fink
Point out the obvious for a living
You don't even need to think

Cut off your digits
And make your hands bleed
Don't push my b___ons
When your hands are clean
Won't get them dirty
But you'll bite
Now get the f___ out
This is my right
Now it's my turn to set the record straight
You got a lot of pull
You got a lot of weight
Phony m.c.'s
You got a lot of clout
Phony m.c.'s
Put your head out

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