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 shit   I'm done   I've had it    Wave your hands up in the air   Scream hallelujah, king shit 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 buttons   When your hands are clean   Won't get them dirty   But you'll bite    Now get the fuck 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