From the recording Fry Your Own Freedom Fries
Lyrics
Infinite impotent criticism would be heaven
Compared to buying dinner at the Seven Eleven
The only bread that I can afford's not only leaven
It was sold to me by a depressed dude named Devin
He's a person remember? Not just every December
But every day when you're buying fruit for your blender
The ender of this game will benefit every gender
Race and class victimized by this cultural bender
Return to sender all of my capitalist gains
It's a small package, but I've included all the shame
That you lames planted deep inside my brain
Now I'm far more sane, and y'all I don't blame. Please change.
"Same rhyme scheme and rhymes. Find a new verse!"
Why don't y'all fuck around and find a new curse?
Our nation's worst is in what we are immersed
America first is a ticket straight to a hearse
The song we need's already been sung
I'm only here to cut through the dung
And be the smoke that gets into your lungs
From the flames that you're sleeping among
The song we need's already been sung
I'm only here to cut through the dung
And be the smoke that gets into your lungs
From the flames that you're sleeping among
The meek may inherit the Earth eventually
When we stop the opportunities for potential bullies
The Skull and Bones can fully illustrate the gully
Between the have and have-nots. Don't need Moulder and Scully
To see the pattern of these worshippers of Saturn
Father Time deciding what is matter or just energy to scatter
The latter is our ticket up the ladder. Pitter patter!
Better gird up your loins and protect ya bladder
Don't get any madder. Rage is power in moderation
Good for breakin' the chains off and makin' new nations
But patience is a virtue too, and information
Is essential for facin' the beast that's been chasin
Humanity for aeons, makin' us the pee-ons
Operating beyond the Higgs field that we on
Demonic danger! Need some soul rangers
Imma go recruit among the street spangers
The song we need's already been sung
I'm only here to cut through the dung
And be the smoke that gets into your lungs
From the flames that you're sleeping among
The song we need's already been sung
I'm only here to cut through the dung
And be the smoke that gets into your lungs
From the flames that you're sleeping among