The big threads make no sound they go deaf with the rest   Leaving the downtown to the rats and the other pests   Cut back the fat cut back the staff cut the paycheck cut the milk maid   Pee on election day piss like the rest   Same words all sound like lies   Same face looks like someone to blame   Same house on the very same ground   Burn it down with all the glory we gave you bury you   The doggy in the backyard the one that bit you   Chomping on a bone digging a hole   it's a litle beast that makes us feel superior   The little treasure is forever its own   Same words all sound like lies   Same face looks like someone to blame   Same day seems a little darker   Burn it down with all the guilt we feel bury you   New suit for the new clown fresh coat for the old god   Rant the illness spread the disease   A year to build the ship for a little flood   The disk proves your loyalty and the snap shot makes you sick   Bury you burn it down