What was it like when your heart went cold?
Did it take a long time to sell your soul?
When it finally left did it hurt or pull?
Was it a little country or a little rock & roll?
Since you’re all so damn happy with how it’s all turned out
Let’s give the masters of the universe, a well-deserved shout
Let the dirty peons meet the fancy morons with the clout
Born with silver spoons and trust funds the pampered blue-blood twats
Stomping around like dinosaurs leaving emotional scars
Sexually harassing women through the windows of swasticars
[If you live near a church, I’d consider window bars]
They act like fucking babies even though they’re grown-ass men
Every time they lose they make-believe it was a win
They wouldn’t be building bunkers if they didn’t know they’d sinned
These men are not self-made in fact they’re hardly men at all
Instead of building bridges they’re always building walls
You and I and everyone know that Rome will always fall
One by one they’ll roll over to try to save their balls
Crocodile tears will surely flow like Niagara Falls
If you had it to do over, would you say, “just one more score?”
Would you ever learn to share or keep a dirty dragon’s hoarde?
Would you ever learn to care or just keep deferring to the board?
Would you admire a fine mountain then reduce it down to ore?
Would you look upon a child then treat her like your whore?
Would you learn to keep your mouth shut? You’re such a fucking bore!
We Love You!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥