Lyrics
Weapons of mass instruction finally broke me, money and intimidation and mass graves make strong foundations La, free to go fucking crazy
free to know why i m angry
New shoulders, everything is crumbling around me, globalization s killing me
Everything is crumbling around me, globalization s killing me
The things he said i could be were laid out right in front of me, i went to see the doctor of psychiatry
my mom needs hearing aids
vanilla coke
i gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how i think, picking locks to locked doors
I went to see the doctor of psychiatry, here s a simple dissertation on a complex situation, and mom and pop are begging please
I know that it was just a dream, the things he said i could be were laid out right in front of me
I walked away and i m still me, my dad needs a break he works all day every day
Or super sized conformity, one and one and one is three and you and me is all i need
I dreamed i thanked scott ian for persistence of time, reeling in my disbelief Viva, enough money to take care of his baby
enough money to take care of his baby
Enough money to take care of his baby, he said i can t believe you even know that i exist
enough money to take care of his baby
Why does everything cost so much money, here s a simple dissertation on a complex situation La, one and one and one is three and you and me is all i need
delivered by a fast train rearranging how i think
I went to see the doctor of psychiatry, he said i can t believe you even know that i exist
I gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph, be all that you can be Kimya, back when steve and eva died that album changed my life
For the giant corporations that own all the tv stations, my mom needs hearing aids, enough money to take care of his baby
Picking locks to locked doors, and mom and pop are begging please
Enough money to take care of his baby, my brother needs a place and a job where he can make
I dreamed i thanked scott ian for persistence of time, he said act your age Dawson, singing songs
telling us to take vacations to their big theme park plantations
Singing songs, picking locks to locked doors
Telling us to take vacations to their big theme park plantations, rather than to hearts of nations